“Husband,” “On the Moon” & “My Broken Family” by Kerrin McCadden
A poem by Kerrin McCadden (poetry, ’14) appears in Horsethief:
I walk around saying husband,
though I have none. Some years,
I grow perennial husbands, and some
wild husbands, in clumps along the creek.
I live in husband territory, in the migratory
path of husbands. I think I heard an H of husbands
flying north, overhead. My god,
look at the size of that husband at the feeder.
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