Wolicki, Kate

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The Prairie Light ReviewVolume 13Number 2 Peak Through The Window Article 21Spring 5-1-1994A Dirty PoemKate WolickiCollege of DuPageFollow this and additional works at: https://dc.cod.edu/plrThis Selection is brought to you for free and open access by the College Publications at DigitalCommons@COD. It has been accepted for inclusion inThe Prairie Light Review by an authorized editor of DigitalCommons@COD. For more information, please contact orenick@cod.edu.Recommended CitationWolicki, Kate (1994) "A Dirty Poem," The Prairie Light Review: Vol. 13 : No. 2 , Article 21.Available at: https://dc.cod.edu/plr/vol13/iss2/2121A Dirty PoemKate WolickiI wrote it,but no one wanted to claim it - -not my feet that like poemsto soft-shoe across the page,nor my eyes that glazeover like dust on grass,nor my hands that grasponly for poems about my father.Even the little bird,who sometimes loans mefar-fetched ideasuseless to one who can fly,said it wasn't hisand flitted away nervously.I knew it would offend,not being candy-hearted pinkor trashy blue novel.Darren didn't clasp Whitneyto his shirtless chest,and there were no petticoats.In fact, the only things that didn'tshy away with mumbles of improprietywere my brain, which doesn't carewhat anyone thinks,and my patella, which is too busykeeping me from folding like a t.v.tray to recognize the fallingsensuality of a flannel shirt.1Wolicki: A Dirty PoemPublished by DigitalCommons@COD, 1994

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