MORNING IN THE BURNED HOUSE by Margaret Atwood

Nice book of poems about aging, gender, and literature. Love the stuff about when she was younger, thinking she was missing out on something because she was stuck home babysitting and a letter she got asking her about bad sex. She writes back, “Dear Sir, I reply, I never had any. / Bad sex, that is. / It was never the sex, it was other things, / the absence of flowers, the death threats, / the eating habits at breakfast. / I notice I’m using the past tense.”

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