Meg Pokrass: Three Poems
Not HomesickWhen I said, I miss AmericaI meant that what is nestled in my brain feels like a harbor.When I said I miss America,what I’m hiding are fragments of timelike unbroken shellsbefore they cracked.When the old Scottish man walking his rabbit-eared dogsasks me, are ye still homesick lass?I shake my head,wonder if I will ever say anything true again. ~~Pigeon Couple on the Tree Outside My…










