The Last Time I Heard From Her
She’d written me
on the backside label
from a can of Libby’s corn kernels
to tell me that she was doing well
and thought I’d love the idea
of getting corn-label greetings
instead of the forty-seven cent
postcard she bought her mom.
when I miss her most,
I’ll unfold the label,
watch the way her hand
pulled letters into words,
the blue-inked loop
of the a connecting
her misspelled greeting,
flinch at her their instead of there.
I wanted her anarchy back then,
to be the one that sent
when the idea of home
became something she
wanted to touch again.
Lorraine Henrie Lins is a Pennsylvania county Poet Laureate and author of four books of poetry. She serves as the Director of New and Emerging Poets with Tekpoet and is a founding member of the “No River Twice” improvisational poetry troupe. Lins’ work appears in publications and collections, and a small graffiti poster in Australia. Born and raised in the suburbs of Central New Jersey, the self-professed Jersey Girl now resides outside of Philadelphia where she has learned to pump her own gas. www.LorraineHenrieLins.com
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