- The Reprimand
Do come in, he said. Ah. Yes.He rummaged throughhis rather cluttered forbearance;it took a minute to find hers,he had perhaps mislaid it.
She sat and waited.
He gave himself joking power, thenturned serious.I’m going to have to insist.
I understand, she said.
He sat sideways, one thigh hitched up.
Personally, he thinkssome of these rules are a bit much, butthere they are, rules have to be followed.
Yes, she said.
He applied his forgiveness, freely.
He enjoyed his lunch. [End Page 169]
Sara du Sablon ’s poetry has appeared in Virginia Quarterly Review, Ladowich Magazine, and Colorado Review, and she has received a fellowship from the MacDowell Colony. She lives in rural NC with a cat and a piano player.