Arsenic Lobster
poetry journal |
Issue Twenty Summer 2009 |
How My Daughter Draws Rachel Mallino These must be the shapes of her world: triangles, boxes, circles-- the rooftop, someone's body, an animal's eye. Everything now is either straight or round. Even her heart, its triangle base and the top round like buttocks. The bird with its ninety-degrees of body and beak perched happily on a branch. When she is content with the world, I watch her tape each finished piece to our porch and prepare myself for future imitation: the spinning pinwheel, the arch in an eyelash, her legs- the shape of a wishbone. |
About Rachel Mallino |