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[8] T he I nterview I found her floating in the wishing pond, all those pennies on the bottom shining like stars. They had to pry her from my arms. Oh those hollyhocks, tall and smug, I cried beside, the mocking tiger lilies, freckled as the Irish cop who came to the house. She was three. She loved to feed the ducks scattered crusts. That cop kept pestering me for the name of the town with the wishing pond, the name of the cemetery. When I said I forget, he smirked like a hollyhock. Accused me of bearing false witness, inventing a sister for my sons. Fickle ducks. Crowding me now for bread. I’m not the dead girl. ...

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ISBN
9780874217971
Related ISBN
9780874217964
MARC Record
OCLC
650341890
Pages
93
Launched on MUSE
2012-01-01
Language
English
Open Access
No
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