on my basement sofa
one August afternoon
was the moment we happened
to look up through the window
at my mother unpinning
bed sheets from the line
her dress a full billow
like a sun umbrella
the nest of fur sandwiched
between mammoth thighs
how Ricker rolled off me
Didn’t visit again
Author of 5 collections of poetry, Shoshauna Shy's poems and flash fiction have appeared in a variety of anthologies, journals and magazines, and even on the hind quarters of Madison Metro buses. She usually gets ideas for new poems and stories while stuck doing something else.
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