your daughter is a liar
Rent from DeepDyve- your daughter is a liar
she never repainted the bedroom. she said the steak was well seasoned. shebrushed out the braids you made and said it was the rain.
what a waste to have collected her trophies. what a waste to have fedthe lizard translucent crickets until it died. what a waste to have groomed
the horses until they gleamed. on the bathroom floor, her nose bleedsuntil it is dark and dried. until her eyes are smooth, grey stones. when
does she finish feeling like a fortune. when does she learn to crackthe eggs into the bowl without shell. when does she stop walking by
the church like a silly angel in white. and now, she has managed to sleepwithout forgetting to open the window. without swallowing the spiders
in her mouth. don't worry, this is not how she goes. not easy, not inthe night. not without spilling her name like milk. [End Page 90]
Sara Ryan is a mfa candidate at Northern Michigan University and an associate poetry editor for Passages North. Her work has been published in or is forthcoming from Tinderbox, Slice Magazine, Third Coast, Fairy Tale Review, Yemassee, Hunger Mountain, and others. She lives Michigan.
