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It Only Made Sense

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After my mother died,
my sister found a bundle
of yellowed letters:

how my dad had planned
to skip out, to leave the States
with someone he’d met, a Brit.

Beautiful, no doubt.
But he didn’t leave. Not then,
anyway. Someone talked him

out of it: my German grandfather,
the dour Ernest, who never said
a word to us.

A blonde. I remember her
that way. I was seven, maybe.
A blonde who followed us.

Was it a chrome-​bright Pontiac
convertible (or only a Chevy)
that sent us flying from our seats?

She was screaming something.
What I remember: the crush
of metal, as she hit us again,

again, until my dad accelerated
& escaped, with a few quick turns
to somewhere safe.


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Joan E. Bauer

Joan E. Bauer is the author of The Almost Sound of Drowning (Main Street Rag, 2008). With Judith Robinson and Sankar Roy, she co-​edited Only the Sea Keeps: Poetry of the Tsunami (Bayeux Arts and Rupa & Co, 2005). For some years she worked as a teacher and counselor and now divides her time between Venice, CA and Pittsburgh, PA, where she co-​hosts and curates the Hemingway’s Summer Poetry Series.