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Heirloom Language: Poems
Heirloom Language: Poems
Heirloom Language: Poems
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Heirloom Language is full of poems about life and dying, growing up and growing old; about how being loved transcends endings, and how sometimes anger and irony are ways of expressing love. I sometimes describe myself as a short-attention-span novelist, and my poems as stories, chapters, characters, notes—trying to make sense of our life. But reality is defiantly chaotic, and makes some poems partial truths, jokes, or outright lies. It isn’t their fault. That’s how things worked out.
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Release dateMay 20, 2021
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    Heirloom Language - Barbara E. Young

    HEIRLOOM

    LANGUAGE

    poems

    HEIRLOOM

    LANGUAGE

    poems

    BARABARA E. YOUNG

    Copyright © 2021 by Barbara E. Young

    All rights reserved

    Printed in the United States of America

    FIRST EDITION

    Requests for permission to reprint or reuse material from this work should be sent to:

    Permissions

    Madville Publishing

    PO Box 358

    Lake Dallas, TX 75065

    Cover Design: Jacqueline Davis

    ISBN: 978-1-948692-54-0 (paperback) and

    978-1-948692-55-7 (ebook)

    Library of Congress Control Number: 2020941273

    To Jim,

    who put up with the rough draft of everything

    TABLE OF CONTENTS

    SEEING AUNT SISTER

    The Big Show

    She Is Like a Mary Sue

    Four Clear Words in a Whispered Room

    She Is Born in the Rain

    Rubies in the Gravel

    Birds in a Sentimental Movie

    Cousin Jill

    Cynthia

    Constance

    A Gatewelder Story

    She Was Stunned Dull/Breaking Alive

    Because No One Asked

    Eleven Letters from Frank

    The Condensed Version

    One Undergoes the Change

    One of the Cousins Calls on His Widowed Aunt

    A Niece Sleeps on the Sofa Bed

    She Dreams of Her Husband Frank

    Seeing Aunt Sister

    The Woman’s Body Over Time

    BAD KNEES

    The Woman with Bad Knees and the Baleen Whale

    Compulsion

    The Woman with Bad Knees Returns

    Closing Time, Home

    What’s Put Away

    What She Wants

    When You Need Them

    The Wrong Fairy Tale

    The Woman with Bad Knees, and Magic

    Chas. Bukowski Works

    After Pablo

    The Island

    A Miser’s Life

    Barefoot Madrigal

    When She Was Venus

    From the Gospel According to the Women with Two First Names

    Biplane Over the Kokosing Valley

    Fig

    Drink/Word

    How the Universe Is Like Passionflowers

    Ontology

    Swinging Bridge

    TESTIFY

    24

    Blues for the Fisherman

    [In fact I was not there]

    Lamentation

    The Nature of Time and a Story

    Time Is a Desert of Rain

    Mayfly

    Monster

    Geometry of the Vanishing Point

    Sustenance

    Testify

    Justice

    Pain

    I Never Dreamed I’d Be This Old

    Prayer to a Sheet-Metal Saint in Indiana

    This Body

    Nine-and-Sixty

    Provisions for the Afterlife

    The Stars Are All Dead and Have Fallen

    About the Language. And Inevitable Death

    Acknowledgments

    Publication Credits

    About the Author

    Seeing Aunt Sister

    THE BIG SHOW

    This poem begins at 4 pm, in front of the TV,

    on a green rug, edited for time. It is a Tuesday,

    so even joy will have consequences. Friday,

    and this poem might crush Tokyo or be doomed

    to drink your blood. Wednesday, comic; Monday,

    a mystery; Thursday, romance with song & dance.

    This poem might have been fun with giant ants

    in tap shoes. Or werewolves. What if the love

    story took place onstage, not in teary flashbacks?

    There might be a murder. Color. Bar fights. But

    this poem begins at 4 pm Tuesday. You know

    that accepting

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