Rope–Amanda Latrenta Crane

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I kept my shoes
I kept them warm in my hands

Tell me you were hurting
That the rain cut you up

Tell me you were empty
A worn out shell from the water

You lingered that day on the stairs
I noticed

Then you were…

I hate the throats of lilies
Sickening smell

I saw the rope burns around your neck
I screamed inside

Then I took off my shoes
Knelt in front of your mother

She wrapped me up in her arms
Or maybe I wrapped up in hers


Amanda Latrenta Crane has her MFA in Creative Writing from Bowling Green State University and works as a full-time professor of English for Strayer University Online. She is the author of the chapbook, Barbiecue, which is a contemporary spin on the voice of the Barbie doll. She has poems published in numerous journals including: Barbaric Yawp, Chronogram, Poetalk, The Paterson Literary Review, Sawbuck, and Touchstone: The University of Kansas Press. Currently she is at work on her new manuscript about her childhood in the 1980s. Visit her at http://acrane.weebly.com/.
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