Karen Schubert

The girls with clean shoes and Barbies
had rules, couldn't sleep out with us,
didn't have their lawns spoiled by
baseball in summer, football
in fall, garden hose flooding for winter
skating. The boys didn't seem
to notice I was a girl, maybe short
hair and bruised knees were camouflage
enough, they welted me with dodge balls
just the same. I liked their talk, and trouble,
learned things I shouldn't know like
what happens when you pour water
on a gasoline fire, and how it is to have
your wind knocked out. Mostly the wind
was behind us as we rode our bikes
down topsoil cliffs, leaped off
swings into space. Like the boys at the pier
who taught me to fish
for bait from the bucket, calling me
Worm Woman with a bit of pride,
they raised me, found a place for me
when I had no fishing stuff of my own.
I want those boys to know
that my daughter can change her own oil,
and that I am almost never afraid.

Karen Schubert
Karen Schubert grows flowers in her great-grandmother's garden in northeast Ohio . She's a graduate student in the English department at Youngstown State University and recipient of YSU's Hare Award for poetry. Her poems have been published or are forthcoming in Mid-America Poetry Review, DMQ, Primavera, Versal, Vision-International, YSU's Penguin Review, and others.



Current Issue
Contributors' Notes

E. Louise Beach

Anne Becker

Brad Bisio

Jane Blue

John Bush

Wendy Taylor Carlisle

Grace Cavalieri

Norma Chapman

James Cihlar

Ellen Aronofsky Cole

Ruth Z. Deming

Martin Dickinson

Moira Egan

Ronda Eller

Martin Galvin

Bernard Jankowski

Hiram Larew

Lenny Lianne

Michael H. Lythgoe

Judith McCombs

Susan Bucci Mockler

Miles David Moore

Kathi Morrison-Taylor

Bonnie Naradzay

Barbara J. Orton

Steven Pelcman

Roger Pfingston

Jacqueline Powers

Julie Preis

Eve Rifkah

Kim Roberts

Teri Rosen

Helen Ruggieri

Karen Saunders

Karen Schubert

J.D. Smith

Dean Smith

Rose Solari

Margo Solod

Colette Thomas

Steven Trebellas

Rosemary Winslow

Kathi Wolfe

Anne Harding Woodworth

Ernie Wormwood

Katherine Young










Email this poem

Printer friendly page






Last Updated: Sep 16th, 2007 - 08:34:32

Copyright 2005 - 2006 Cook Communication.