Ellen Bass

(1947 / Pennsylvania / United States)

Waiting For Rain

Finally, morning. This loneliness
feels more ordinary in the light, more like my face
in the mirror. My daughter in the ER again.
Something she ate? Some freshener
someone spritzed in the air?
They're trying to kill me, she says,
as though it's a joke. Lucretius
got me through the night. He told me the world goes on
making and unmaking. Maybe it's wrong

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