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Mondays in Autumn.

After Robert Hayden

    Besides the whish of pleated skirts in time
   with peeving birdsong; besides her mouthing
   of old school hymns like Blessed Assurance;
   and even besides her cue of Chanel No. 5,
   its familiar question purpled in early light--
   silent. Before heading downtown, hair curled and laid,
   our mother would light on our bottom bunk,
   control in hand, and we'd titter every time:
   her tries at Dixie Kong's hair spin, practice for when
   she drove out with a tennis racket that junky
   who pissed and squatted in the yard. "I got three
   little ones inside," she swore. "They can't see all of
this,"
   swatting on the edges of which we laid claim.
   Now, tossed and wanting, I love you deliberately.
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KOREY WILLIAMS grew up in suburban Chicago and studied at Illinois Wesleyan University, the University of Oxford, and Cornell University. He was a finalist in the 2017 National Poetry Series and his work appears in Assaracus, Fogged Clarity, Winter Tangerine, The Offing, Narrative Magazine, and elsewhere. Williams is currently a doctoral student at the University of Chicago.

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Author:Williams, Korey
Publication:War, Literature & The Arts
Article Type:Sonnet
Date:Mar 22, 2018
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