Selected poetry from Wilderness, by Jayne Benjulian (poetry, ’13), appears in Mudlark:
I Imagine Inoculation
A slight pricking of the skin and nothing
until bedtime when her arm was sore.
All next day she lay in bed,
drank tisane, something like tea
and broth, smelled like lemons.
Third day, no one knocked—
she walked in a park, far off
mountain called Louis
after the king, nurses in mist,
puddings of rice and plum,
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