Caseworker's Lament Poem by Donal Mahoney

Caseworker's Lament

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Like that broad in an apricot bra
hanging over the sill
of her tenement window, the sun

is over me now, its nectar
laughing and falling.
I don’t have a barrel,

not even a goblet,
so I whirl underneath
hoping I drown.

Monday, May 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: woman
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