In the sun, I scorch,
dizzy. It’s a danger day—
the new phrase for when being outdoors
can burn you dead.
And imagine: She’ll have
her fathers golden, resilient skin
(but my strong chin),
assembling a baby of best parts.
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Rose McLarney’s collections of poetry are Colorfast, Forage, and Its Day Being Gone (Penguin, 2024, 2019, 2014) as well as The Always Broken Plates of Mountains (Four Way Books, 2012). She is coeditor of A Literary Field Guide to Southern Appalachia (University of Georgia Press, 2019) and the journal Southern Humanities Review. McLarney works as professor of creative writing at Auburn University.
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