by Rae Armantrout
Pallid, thin skinned
potatoes bunched
like grapes
on yellow stems.
*
I can’t remember
my mother
or
This is not the mother
I remember.
*
When asked
if she’s frightened,
the raped child
whispers
that she is afraid
of ghosts.
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Rae Armantrout
Last updated December 24, 2022