I waited on them to come home, but I had not received
enough permission to pass the walkway

I could go as far as this

You know me, so you know how it must feel to be that obeying,
to listen to everything Mother is saying,

to wonder why it makes you so angry when it is so good:
she is good and the sky is blue and you’re lucky to have what grass you do

This is a reprint of work originally published in Can We Have Our Ball Back?

Elisabeth Blair is a poet, composer and feminist podcaster currently based in Michigan. Her poetry has previously appeared in publications including S/tick, Wicked Alice, Dead Flowers: A Poetry Rag, The Literary Bohemian, Lilliput Review, and Acumen. In 2016 her first chapbook, We He She/It, was published by dancing girl press. In 2017 she was an associate artist at the Atlantic Center for the Arts, studying with poet Heather McHugh.

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