This poem is taken from PN Review 249, Volume 46 Number 1, September - October 2019.
Two Poems
Impostor
I wake and
find my mind
is flooded
with sadness.
I dreamed of
my father –
dead these four-
teen years and
in my dream
he did not
look the same –
some stand-in
or smiling
proxy had
assumed his
place. So my
mind began
to fill with
sadness once
more, giving
...
I wake and
find my mind
is flooded
with sadness.
I dreamed of
my father –
dead these four-
teen years and
in my dream
he did not
look the same –
some stand-in
or smiling
proxy had
assumed his
place. So my
mind began
to fill with
sadness once
more, giving
...
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