Ellen Bass Poems

Bring me your pain, love. Spread
it out like fine rugs, silk sashes,
warm eggs, cinnamon
and cloves in burlap sacks. Show me
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For months my daughter carried
a dead monarch in a quart mason jar.
To and from school in her backpack,
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The women in my family
strip the succulent
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Bad things are going to happen.
Your tomatoes will grow a fungus
and your cat will get run over.
Someone will leave the bag with the ice cream
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