April 30, 2026: Two Poems by AnneMarie Miles

Now, my husband’s got the look,/ the you’re-just-jealous kind of look/ when I tell him the fate of that stuffed giraffe,/ & my husband, who hardly ever sees perspective,/ who says “Dickinson” in that mocking voice (“ah, yes, her”)/ places a hand on my knee, defends my brother & says,/ “He's just lonely.”… Continue reading April 30, 2026: Two Poems by AnneMarie Miles →