Two Poems by Laura Hanna

Laura Hanna

Closer

Photos they
don’t rewind
or move forward
like my memory
or your death.
I found at a photo
of you today
beyond the mountains
and saints and apartments.
I found you there,
in the crinkled black and white,
same as ever.

 
They Call It My Job

She and I sit in the family room, 11:00 am.
We’ve been playing the Hungry Hippo game
(produced by Milton Bradley)
since she woke at 7.
The hippos are so rude and noisy,
growling and grumbling each
time she presses the button
that ejects the dice.
Her Aunt was sleeping in the other room
but the noise even woke her,
pleasant dreams clanked by hungry hippos.

 

Laura Hanna enjoys writing, particularly poetry. Her poems have appeared in the Odradek and The Auburn Circle. She has also served as the poetry editor for the ​Odradek.

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