Brenda Hillman Poems
- Food In a side booth at MacDonald's before your music ...
- Partita for Sparrows We bury the sparrows of Europe with ...
- Mighty Forms The earth had wanted us all to itself. The ...
- Glacial Erratics The last ice age had been caused by a ...
- Girl Sleuth A brenda is missing—where is she? Summon the ...
- Franciscan Complex Each day the job gets up And rubs its ...
- Describing Tattoos to a Cop After Ed Sanders We'd been ...
Brenda Hillman (born 1951 in Tucson, Arizona), is an American poet.
She was educated at Pomona College, and received her M.F.A. at the Iowa Writers' Workshop. She is the Olivia Filippi Professor of Poetry at Saint Mary's College in Moraga, California. She also taught during a residency at the Atlantic Center for the Arts.
Hillman met the writer Leonard Michaels (1933-2003) in Iowa City ... more »
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In a side booth at MacDonald's before your music class
you go up and down in your seat like an arpeggio
under the poster of the talking hamburger:
two white eyes rolling around in the top bun, the thin
patty of beef imitating the tongue of its animal nature.
You eat merrily. I watch the Oakland mommies,
trying to understand what it means to be "single."
Across from us, females of all ages surround the birthday girl.
Her pale lace and insufficient being
can't keep them out of her circle.
Stripes of yellow and brown all over the place.