Before I Write This Poem I push downmy cuticles.The strikingpain waxesmy fingernail moons. I thinkof the plumptoad in the backyard.He’s staringat you, my sister-in-lawsays. Mymother callsme her witchydaughter.
EDITOR | WRITER | TEACHER
EDITOR | WRITER | TEACHER
Before I Write This Poem I push downmy cuticles.The strikingpain waxesmy fingernail moons. I thinkof the plumptoad in the backyard.He’s staringat you, my sister-in-lawsays. Mymother callsme her witchydaughter.
VANESSA SHIELDS 