Author: Sharon Olds

We played dolls in that house where Father staggered with the Thanksgiving knife, where Mother wept at noon into her […]

Sometimes I can almost see, around our heads, Like gnats around a streetlight in summer, The children we could have, […]

I pull the bed slowly open, I Open the lips of the bed, get The stack of fresh underpants Out […]

When I eat crab, slide the rosy Rubbery claw across my tongue I think of my mother. She’d drive down […]

In the taxi alone, home from the airport, I could not believe you were gone. My palm kept Creeping over […]

We decided to have the abortion, became Killers together. The period that came Changed nothing. They were dead, that young […]

I have heard about the civilized, The marriages run on talk, elegant and honest, rational. But you and I are […]

To say that she came into me, From another world, is not true. Nothing comes into the universe And nothing […]

When I got to his marker, I sat on it, Like sitting on the edge of someone’s bed And I […]

After we flew across the country we Got in bed, laid our bodies Delicately together, like maps laid Face to […]

Then dirt scared me, because of the dirt He had put on her face. And her training bra Scared me-the […]