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J U N E 1 9 9 9 TO THE ANIMAL IN THE HOLEby Erica Funkhouser | |||||||||||||
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(For help, see a note about the audio.) Also by Erica Funkhouser: Woodcock (1999) India Cotton Shirt (1996) The Accident (1995) Owl Pellet (1992) Go to: An Audible Anthology Poetry Pages |
I've come back a few times, seen you hurrying away and, once, seen your eyes, the green of night. Hope for this, hope for that -- who is free from such nonsense? The small changes in the dirt at your entrance, the disappearance of grass: I note these in your absence. You should just stay where you are. You and your dark house will grow together. You'll reach the walls, they'll welcome your fur. I'll know you're in there somewhere, foraging invisibly. Good for you, then. Keep home. Erica Funkhouser teaches a poetry-writing workshop at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. She is the author of Sure Shot and Other Poems (1992) and The Actual World (1997). Copyright © 1999 by The Atlantic Monthly Company. All rights reserved. The Atlantic Monthly; June 1999; To the Animal in the Hole; Volume 283, No. 6; page 76. |
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