Beth Ann Fennelly
Beth Ann Fennelly Poems
|1.||We Are The Renters||6/28/2014|
|2.||Say You Waved: A Dream Song Cycle||6/28/2014|
|3.||Because People Ask What My Daughter Will Think Of My Poems When She's 16||6/28/2014|
|6.||Poem Not To Be Read At Your Wedding||6/28/2014|
|7.||The Kudzu Chronicles - Oxford, Mississippi [excerpt]||6/28/2014|
|8.||Asked For A Happy Memory Of Her Father, She Recalls Wrigley Field||6/28/2014|
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Asked For A Happy Memory Of Her Father, She Recalls Wrigley Field
His drinking was different in sunshine,
as if it couldn't be bad. Sudden, manic,
he swung into a laugh, bought me
two ice creams, said One for each hand.
Half the hot inning I licked Good Humor
running down wrists. My bird-mother
earlier, packing my pockets with sun block,
has hopped her warning: Be careful.
So, pinned between his knees, I held
his Old Style in both hands
while he streaked the sun block on my cheeks
and slurred My little Indian princess.
Home run: the hairy necks of men in front
jumped up, thighs torn from gummy green ...