Could Have Been photographs by Julie Blackmon This, then, is the childhood You didn’t have--the boisterous Cousinry, your own siblings Everywhere, spilling out of a many- Windowed house with slanting Dusk-tiled roofs, copious staircases And high rooms, sluggishly Deserting the cooling pool For the lawn’s fever of fireflies Or being put to bed in shared Quarters of shabby affluence. But let’s hear it for the family And life you did get: the vivid Longings, fraught love seeping Out the corners of fuzzy first Days of school or torrid Christmas Eves around small tables (Hard-bought toys thronging the tree)-- Let’s hear it for complicated Tenderness, and frayed ties Tougher than the sturdiest lintel. Laura Chalar This poem was published in the chapbook Unlearning (Coal City Press, 2018). Laura Chalar was born in Montevideo, Uruguay. She is a lawyer and writer whose most recent poetry collection, Unlearning, was published by Coal City Press in 2018. Her short story collection The Guardian Angel of Lawyers was published by Roundabout Press in 2018.
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January 2021
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