Adolescence

by | Oct 11, 2011 | Poetry

Somnolent winds entered the wound of a dead oak
The warm winged followers of Southeastern traditions sung
Beneath the cider seams of a herd of clouds

My suffering was not nameless
She was called mother

A cradled cotton napkin held a passing girl
Alone in an unkempt room
I buried my constitution
And slept under the skin of rain

 

 

 

 

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About The Author

Serena Wilcox

Serena Wilcox is the poetry editor for Leaf Garden Press. She has literary work published in Ann Arbor Review, BlazeVox, Word Riot, Counterexample Poetics, Word for Word, Moon Milk Review, and many other publications. She was recently nominated for Dzanc’s Best of the Web. Her book Sacred Parodies is forthcoming Fall 2011 from Ziggurat Books International.