February 2017
Donna Hilbert
donnahilbert@gmail.com
donnahilbert@gmail.com
Shortly before he was killed, my husband and I moved to a rattle-trap beach house on the peninsula in Long Beach. Going to sleep to the sound of the surf and waking to dolphins and pelicans sustained me through the almost unbearable grief. Making the place habitable gave me a task; writing gave me purpose. I am still here, loving the place, taking nothing for granted. www.donnahilbert.com
Vocabulary Builders
Like pieces of fruit
exposed to radiation
they grew
the summer I turned thirteen.
AA to DD in just three months!
That September I was queen
of the girl’s locker room.
Even the rich girls in lace
panty and bra sets
quit being mean.
Boys talked about me now
and I overheard:
breasts boobs knockers
hooters honkers zonkers tits
mammaries zobies lungs
My vocabulary grew
like an infestation of fruit flies—
nothing could stop it.
from Deep Red, Event Horizon Press
©2016 Donna Hilbert
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