Poetry
Bigamy
by Carrie Etterrural Kentucky, 1945 a fishing shack as one-room house one narrow bed, one white
oak basket two Bernadines in the sounds of the river dee dee dee chickadee mallards,
whooping cranesbeaver scratch and squealin the shack, barely the sound of
breathmother and infantthe bed, the basketsince the revelation
staggered sundered the mother prostrate on the rickety how long how long while
the baby baby melding into basket tender skull flattening small legs gone stiff how
long how long find them, Great Uncle Paul, find them lift my mother over your
head teach her how to kick
