<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=518422" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Daughter Goes To Camp</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the taxi alone, home from the airport,<br>I could not believe you were gone. My palm kept<br>creeping over the smooth plastic<br>to find your strong meaty little hand and<br>squeeze it, find your narrow thigh in the<br>noble ribbing of the corduroy,<br>straight and regular as anything in nature, to<br>find the slack cool cheek of a<br>child in the heat of a summer morning&#8212;<br>nothing, nothing, waves of bawling<br>hitting me in hot flashes like some<br>change of life, some boiling wave<br>rising in me toward your body, toward<br>where it should have been on the seat, your<br>brow curved like a cereal bowl, your<br>eyes dark with massed crystals like the<br>magnified scales of a butterfly's wing, the<br>delicate feelers of your limp hair,<br>floods of blood rising in my face as I<br>tried to reassemble the hot<br>gritty molecules in the car, to<br>make you appear like a holograph<br>on the back seat, pull you out of nothing<br>as I once did&#8212;but you were really gone,<br>the cab glossy as a slit caul out of<br>which you had slipped, the air glittering<br>electric with escape as it does in the room at a birth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Anonymous submission.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sharon+Olds">Sharon Olds</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=518422" data-title="The Daughter Goes To Camp de Sharon Olds" data-description="In the taxi alone, home from the airport, I could not believe you were gone. My palm kept creeping over the smooth plastic to find your strong meaty little hand and squeeze it, find your narrow thigh in the noble ribbing of the corduroy, straight ..."></div> </div> </div>

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