Seated one, loved by the lavishing comb
and fingers of another woman demon-
strating how attention and technique coalesce
into art. Where to go
when the mother is gone.
All occupations form to repla...

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Seated one, loved by the lavishing comb
and fingers of another woman demon-
strating how attention and technique coalesce
into art. Where to go
when the mother is gone.
All occupations form to replace her.
What relief to be a girl again for an hour,
beneath the practiced wrists of her avatar.

Paula Bohince is the author of The Children and Incident at the Edge of Bayonet Woods. Her poems have appeared in the New Yorker, the New York Review of Books, Poetry, Granta, the Nation, and elsewhere.



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