Kay Vitter Poems

I think of murder
And I think,
Am I above it or just far away?
Is it beneath me or just not in me?
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Oh, to join some group and take my card
Of membership with me
And have my clean place set at table
Respectable as can be—
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God.
God?
Ha!
Statement, question, scoff,
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I’m the youngest in my family
And when I was a girl
My father, mother, and sister
Loomed as greater creatures in my eye.
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The hairs on the back of my neck have stood
As straight as those ignorant proud;
My bones turned ice, my mussels wood,
To see such faith in the Obama crowd.
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