Fall 2007 • Vol. XXIX No. 4 PoetryOctober 1, 2007 |

Backwards Days

My son's teacher holds backwards days in class Where the students come to school in pajamas, Eat dessert for breakfast, say good night When they mean good morning. So it is I say good-bye to you because I hate you And find you ugly and every moment with you Is boring to me.          (How is it when I speak These words I am stricken even though I am joking. How is it I have come to say a word like stricken?)

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