Weeds
Rent from DeepDyve- Weeds
I am sorry I gratedyour knuckles into Chanukahlatkes, into blood puddingI fried deep in fat,topped with crushed apples, sourcream and served. It was the only wayI knew to spread your laughterthrough all these rooms of quiethouse. You took your gaggingto the garden, drooledcompost on the weeds. [End Page 88]
Nancy Himel
Nancy Himel teaches 11th grade language arts in Paramount, California. "Weeds" is the first of her poems to appear in a national literary journal. She hopes to have her first book of poems, Fossil Records, published soon.
