Poetry Issue 15

   Issue #15 : July-December 2011

Frederick R. Cumagun

from In Her Room


      My sister came home in tears while
      I was watching cartoons. Mother
      didn’t see her.

      Yet she came down for dinner
      like normal and washed the dishes after.

      She washed the dishes slowly.
      The back of her head saying
      more than it should.

      What face did she wear this morning?
      She put on her clothes so fast
      the buttons seemed out of place