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Epic Wretch

Donna Dallas

I think I will stick around
I wanna see who my son brings home
who he will love I want to see
what my daughter’s hair looks like
when she is sixteen and stunning
want to hear how the cardinal singing
outside my bedroom window sounds
to my ears at fifty
want to see if the world truly ends
and if my bag of bones will withstand

Donna Dallas studied creative writing and philosophy at NYU. She was originally published in The New York Quarterly

and was lucky enough to study under founder and Editor, William Packard. She took a slight hiatus and most recently has appeared in Visceral Uterus, Red Fez, Bewildering Stories, Anti-Herion Chic, The Opiate, Dope Fiend Daily and several other publications..