Sept/Oct 2020 • Vol. XLII No. 5 Patricia Grodd Poetry PrizeSeptember 1, 2020 |

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Winner2020 Patricia Grodd Poetry Prize for Young Writers Mama tells me there are men who measure themselves by theshadows they cast. In the war years they ripped softness from the earth like bread and held it in their teeth. I was notto be baptized in the blackened throat of a rifle. This is how to leave home: in the underbelly of a truck with three teethbared and passport shredded under tongue. Well, I suppose it is a story well known. Boats break upon banks andsuture bodies onto the shore. We are so tired of anthems and children’s things. I am trying to weep forthe rubber factory and the boy I kissed behind it, trying to remember what it felt like to deliver my baby sister in the bedroombeside the mango grove. What it felt like to bear the weight of another heart: cavernous, like thumbing through a photo album of the deadgrandmother you never listened to. Oh Mama, memory will always load the gun, and morning will find us scattered into lace.There are

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Manasi Garg is a student at Saratoga High School. She has been recognized by the National Scholastic Art & Writing Awards, and her work can be found in the Mercury News and her family WhatsApp chat. Garg also works as an editor in chief for her high school’s award-winning newspaper, the Saratoga Falcon. In her free time she likes to rewatch New Girl and cry to Amy Winehouse.

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