Corinna McClanahan Schroeder Biography

Girls splayed by boars
and bulls and swans.
A hoof jammed
into the small of a back,
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I went alone, bared the hourglass of my back
to Big Richard whose fingers spelled T-H-I-S
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Those mornings, after you'd gone to work,
I packed boxes and taught myself to name.
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On school nights, Dewey's decimals guided
my cart's wheelspin through labyrinthine rows.
Near-sighted old men came in to read the Sun,
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How lonely can she be driving subdivision
streets that cloverleaf and curl into cul-de-sacs,
where houses slouch in alternating shades
of brick and shadows tip across backlit blinds.
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