When Mother opened the door, it was just like Sweden! We had a baby grand, and a blind piano tuner – This is a true story. Father painted one of them green. (Guess which one.) Laughter was Father’s métier. He made us do it. Like Pavlov’s dogs. Relax. (Bells ringing.) Smile, damn you. Bells.
LAURA GOLDIN is a publishing lawyer in New York. Her recent poems appear or are forthcoming in One Art, Right Hand Pointing, Molecule: A Tiny Lit Mag, Club Plum, Tiny Wren, Blue Heron Review, Driftwood, Rogue Agent, Shot Glass Journal, and Minyan Magazine.
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