Lunchbox Poems
Every day in April, you put a poem in our lunch boxes to celebrate poetry month. Consider the internet your lunch box.
Sep
16
2011
16
2011
from DAWN
Child waking up in a dark room screaming I want my duck back, I want my duck back in a language nobody understands in the least — There is no duck. But the dog, all upholstered in white plush — the dog is right there in the crib next to him. Years and years — that’s how much time passes. All in a dream. But the duck — no one knows what happened to that. LOUISE GLUCK
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