A Missing Woman
….
Using the cheap hotel as a base,
we do sweeps. Grandma arrives,
received by my sister,
and my mother gets dizzy,
must sit on the unmade
bed. We call the chief.
The jacuzzi boils dry.
Who is missing? It’s me.
…..
This poem is from the chapbook Tales of Ig by Tamara Barnett-Herrin (Finishing Line Press) and can be found at https://finishinglinepress.com/product/tales-of-ig-by-tamara-barnett-herrin/
Tamara Barnett-Herrin‘s writing has appeared in FENCE, Poetry Ireland Review, MAYDAY Magazine and Denver Quarterly. She is from London, and lives in Los Angeles. Tales of Ig is her first chapbook.
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