Issue
#1

January
2009

 

a poem by Howie Good

 

REVISIONIST HISTORY

When she asks what I did all day
while she was gone,

what should I say, that I cut
four lines from a poem

I wrote last week and then later,
on second thought, put them back?

Probably not.

Better to shrug or be curt, almost defiant,
like the red door of a white church.

© Howie Good


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