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| ***BIO*** Emily Stueven: I live and work in Helena, Montana. I attend the University of Montana-Helena College of Technology, looking to transfer in the fall. I teach "art"--pipe cleaners, googly eyes, glitter glue, etc.--at the Salvation Army Boys and Girls Club. I like to imagine I'm a writer. |
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| Our House |
| by Emily Stueven |
| Ours is a house that people always leave,
Never stay the clichéd three days and begin to stink. It is lonely here. Mornings, the drapes get pulled and the dust shakes out And particles float in the sunlight. Nighttime, the doors get locked and fingernails get bit. So nervous, waiting for methkillers. Around three a.m., the eyelids close and don’t spring back open. The cats make sounds that don’t interrupt our dreams. And as the sun comes up and the dew starts to form and the earthworms get all happy— And the robins, too— Our house looks pleasant from the outside, And the early-bird tourists take pictures of our porch. Ours is a house in a picture book. It’s your mother’s newspaper clipping dream house, Yellowed and folded and hidden from your father. |
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| March 2007 |
| 84 |