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The Daughter Goes To Camp

Rating: 3.2

In the taxi alone, home from the airport,
I could not believe you were gone. My palm kept
creeping over the smooth plastic
to find your strong meaty little hand and
squeeze it, find your narrow thigh in the
noble ribbing of the corduroy,
straight and regular as anything in nature, to
find the slack cool cheek of a
child in the heat of a summer morning—
nothing, nothing, waves of bawling

hitting me in hot flashes like some
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Colleen Courtney 15 May 2014

A superbly written piece. She captures the honest feelings of a mom letting her child go for the first time. I remember that feeling myself and she captured it so perfectly.

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V.e. Perkins 29 November 2013

This woman has a gift for impossible imagery as in glossy as a slit caul out of which you had slipped, the air glittering/ electric with escape as it does in the room of a birth. I wonder if she has made a pact with the devil. Such brilliance is supernatural.

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