Rae Armantrout

(1947 / Vallejo, California / United States)

Missing Persons - Poem by Rae Armantrout

God and Mother
went the same way.

What's a person to us
but a contortion
of pressure ridges
long after she is gone?

A thin old man in blue jeans,
back arched, grimaces
at the freezer compartment.

Lying in the tub,
I'm telling them—

the missing persons—

that a discrepancy
is a pea

and I am a Princess.

Topic(s) of this poem: missing

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 11, 2015

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