Poems and Poetry

Full Height | A Poem by JD DeHart

She used to sit in the corner
rocking in her old-style chair,
an antique they brought in so
she could play her domestic role,
pretending to know how to knit

the results were knotted
chunks of twigs and twine
they, in turn, pretended they might
one day attempt to wear

while she cradled herself
back and forth, the family thought,
My, how tiny

but then she began to flail
her arms one day and burst
the chair into splinters
and revealed her true height.


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