Wallpaper peeling above the headboard

Granny dying
sent me away
don’t want him seeing me like this
I’ll never forget
the bedspread’s silver threads

Richard H. Fox dreams on Sanibel Island, FL, and in Worcester, MA. When not writing about rock ‘n’ roll or youthful transgressions, his poems focus on cancer, drawing on hope, humor, and unforeseen gifts. The winner of the 2017 Frank O’Hara Prize, he seconds Stanley Kunitz’s motion that people in Worcester are “provoked to poetry.” His website: http://smallpoetatlarge.com.

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