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     A Review of Poetry, Prose, and Art - Summer 2001

Monday Morning at the Post Office

Poems by Suzanne Frischkorn

i.

I hold the door open for an old man.

He inches by close enough to smell.

ii.

As girl scouts singing carols

at the nursing home the smell

invaded our o mouths; we left

with pebbles of aluminum walker

lodged in each nostril.

i.

I start to gag when the line

behind us is four people deep.

ii.

At home we sewed badges on our sashes,

and didn't talk about the smell.



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