Roberta Beary: sunday dinner

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i like my husband but not the older sister too bossy for me the way she likes to tell me we don't call him sweetie pie in this house who died and made her queen and the younger sister too always talking money and how poor growing up but mostly i don't like the way they knew him all those stolen years before he found me

porch-glider

the rosethorns

back and forth

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by Roberta Beary

Washington, D.C.

first published in Modern Haiku 35.1