The poetry portfolio has been handed in. YAY! While I'm not completely happy with every poem, it was a relief to hand it in. Now all I have to do is wait...
and since I said that I'd post the revision of the Hinges poem, here it is:
Hinges
Sarah is interested in the sharp
separateness of things: the dog with one blue
eye and one brown, the spilt salt
on the kitchen table, the stone dislocated
from her ring. How a tear, when fallen,
can bruise the tough red of her cotton shirt.
This morning Sarah discovers the way
a throat, soft like brushed leather,
thick in the belief of lips, becomes a rock
at the surprise of a callused hand;
the way a heart lurches,
like a socked foot meeting the slick
of linoleum; the silence just before he swings
and just after; the sound a door makes–
wail of hinges, thunk of wood;
a strand of her black hair
splayed against the white floor.
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