- Hullabaloo
Things would get a little more fascinating when the babies got sick:
when fret would flip me open
like a latch. If the babies were hot I would warily
undress them. If the babies were dry
I would just as cagily but with my own body
feed them. And if the babies threw up
I would sponge them all over with a little lawless washing rag.
This is how I would get out of myself,
where in case you were wondering I am regrettably rapt. [End Page 91]
Adrian Blevins was raised in Abingdon, Virginia. She currently teaches creative writing at Colby College in Maine and is the author of three books of poetry, including Live from the Homesick Jamboree.