by Nicole Greaves
She said there are some things
you will always be, like Italian,
some skills interchangeable: folding underwear
and trussing a chicken, some days
for darkness. I remind her
of her dead daughter. Her true character!
Everything is a lie and everything a truth. We
always know it. Like how we are
loved and unwanted. As a girl I drank
water out of shoes. It made sense, all of it.
Nicole Greaves teaches at The Crefeld School in Philadelphia. She holds an MFA from Columbia University and an M.Ed. in special education. Her poetry has appeared in numerous literary reviews and was awarded prizes by The Academy of American Poets and the Leeway Foundation of Philadelphia. She is a recent 2020 finalist for the Frontier Digital Chapbook Contest and was a 2015 finalist for the Coniston Prize of Radar Poetry, who also nominated her for The Best of the Net. She is a former poet laureate of Montgomery County, Pennsylvania and resides minutes outside of Philadelphia with her family
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