Nancy Davies

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    A Red-Haired Girl
    2001

     

    At forty-one my mother had

    no ovaries, no uterus, no teeth.

    Her husband loved a red-haired girl.

    This wombless woman

    with fingernails like moth wings

    raps nightly at my window whispering

    "Look in the bathtub, you'll find

    your mother's feet."

     

    I murder her slack mouth,

    her corn-encrusted feet;

    I the nun at her haunt-bed

    beseech a resurrection.

    I tell her eyes on a rosary salty with use;

    when she taps I plead gently,

    "Everyone loves a red-haired girl."

    2001 - 2009
    Table of Contents

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    Every Angel

    Weary
    When The Gods Were Alive

    A Red-Haired Girl

    Otras

    The First Fall

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    More Poetry
    2010 - present
    20th Century

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