This poem is taken from PN Review 29, Volume 9 Number 3, January - February 1983.
The Skirt
The flax grew in the field
So the skirt was tough.
From the first it had the weave
And hand of field-grown stuff.
But I bit into a peach
And juice ran over my chin.
I promptly washed the skirt
But the mark stayed in.
...
So the skirt was tough.
From the first it had the weave
And hand of field-grown stuff.
But I bit into a peach
And juice ran over my chin.
I promptly washed the skirt
But the mark stayed in.
...
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