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The Mothers’ Antlers

The mothers have antlers of their own, the eldest 
Mother shall lead the rest, show them 
How to do with food first of all, house is next, 
And training young the last. The Mothers train 

Inheritance

I wear her name 
and a two carat diamond 
which, like a heavy rock of salt, 
falls to the side between my fingers. 
I’m sitting on a pink velvet chair 

Nothing We Needed to Know

And then, to show how it was done, 
Mrs. Jackson, the Home Ec. teacher, 
bent from the waist, the way you drink from a tap,
and demonstrated how to let the breasts 

Coyote Laughter

The flask lay under a loose plank on the back porch. To someone lifting the board there was only an empty space, but when Wayne knelt and reached to his elbow beneath the adjacent board,…