Fall 2012: Poetry
In 4th Grade, Sally Teaches Me the Bases
In the broad field behind Merion Elementary, where the heavy-soled shoes of boys playing ball had knocked up all the grass, leaving dirt puddles we bathed in during recess, Sally, freckles sprinkling her face like the cinnamon sugar spread on my toast that morning, leans in close to tell me she’d learned something major on Saturday, had notes to share with me. Enumerating slowly on the ringless fingers of her right hand, she lists: 1st: French kissing, his tongue the doctor’s depressor in your mouth. 2nd: he cups your boob, over the cotton training bra you’re proudly wearing. 3rd: he fingers you, the way the plumber might unclog a sink. Finally, home base: when he climbs on top and sticks his thing in you, but it’s too gross to go into further, and Mrs. Madison is calling us in for more map making which I’m already failing. The next day, Sal’s details still cling, like a seeing eye dog that will lead me everywhere from now on from the classroom to the bus, from the bus stop three blocks home, from the supper table to the alley, where the kids on my street play stickball, their voices ringing out the numbers on every hit. If baseball was the game we all were playing, who was watching from the bleachers, which of us not watched? At the junior high pep rallies I huddle with Sal, jeering at the jocks, the cheerleaders who kept us off their squad, the vice-principals, their eyes shining at the sport, the tendons in their fat necks bulging as they shouted the boys to hurry round the bases and come home. 12 runs to 9. We always won. Sally never married, but I did. I knew all the rules – how to walk a man, how to bunt, how to score.
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LETTER FROM THE EDITORS
To the Friend Who Talked Me Down by Amy Schutzer
Memorial Day on South Greeley Avenue by Penelope Scambly Schott
Lost Rubies by Deborah Brink Wöhrmann
Everything between your palms by Jaime R. Wood
315C by Kristen Roedell
In 4th Grade, Sally Teaches Me the Bases by Betsy Fogelman Tighe
Swan Song by Jaime R. Wood
We by Carrie Padian
The Supplicant by Emily Pittman Newberry
Jailhouse Call by Kelly Running
spoon by Brandi Katherine Herrera
my in mind ungrammared kiss by Melanie Green
Beyond Reach by Leah Stensen
You must give up your dead by Kristin Roedell
Tree Ghosts by Tricia Knoll
Personal Interview by Penelope Scambly Schott
Fairy Tale I Haven't Read Yet by Donna Prinzmetal
One Small Thing Right by Nicole Rosevear
How Mom Played Sad by Sally K. Lehman
Running with Dragons by Trista Cornelius
High Priest by Robin Schauffler
On Voice by S.H. Aeschliman
Lush iii by Tina Tran
The Commuter by Denise Hrouda
Which Witch by Denise Hrouda
The Center of Two by Jolyn Fry
A Knot Unties by Jolyn Fry
weight bags by Calli Storrs
No Parking by Frances Bringloe
Falling in Love by Chaquita McClendon
Go On Then, Gunslinger by Allison Stein
Fishing Float by Sage Freeburg