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R o c k   S a l t   P l u m   R e v i e w        Anniversary Issue: Winter 2005
Deauwand Myers
Bastards

For Anne Sexton

The fathers are never there; they are lost to
something.
The story is so old: the struggling, single mother,
Her fragile beauty, her children precariously
Hanging over the geometry of this world.
That story.

The fathers are never there; they are lost to someone.
The story is so old: the poor, black, urban girl
holding a tattered doll by
tall, gray buildings;
The white boy with dirt under the eye, by a shack, in
Appalachia.
The children are without men, neutered, spayed,
unwhole, abused, dead or dying.
That story.


Deauwand Myers

Deauwand Myers, a native of Columbia, South Carolina, holds a BA in English from Furman University and is a Graduate Teaching Fellow at the University of Vermont's Dept of English MA Program. He is currently in his second year of study there. He is working on a volume of poetry and a novel.

i can only hope / you had a special song a / poem memorized a secret / that made you smile....i smell your ashes / of zaatar and almonds / under my skin / i carry your bones.
                                   - Suheir Hammad
Jalina Mhyana