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Cathryn Shea

 

Trouble with Paper

 

I didn’t feel smart. Always: Her messy desk, rat’s nest of paper.
I could keep socks paired, spice sorted. Not paper—

Stand in front of class, repeat: My desk is messy. Feel the heat
from brain and heart blister your face. I’m messy with paper

He couldn’t manage. You’re smart, I told my son. He felt stupid.
What’s all this? Stuffed in his closet and under his bed, paper—

You’re smart, I told my daughter. Smart. She felt dumb
as her bent-elbow Barbies, clueless dolls swimming in paper—

Receipts and bills crumpled in shoe boxes. We can’t do our taxes!
What’s to become of us? My love, please wait to recycle the paper.

 

 

Oakland

 

My grandfather drove a bread truck for People’s Bakery of Oakland,
went on strike for worker’s rights in Oakland.

My mother played marbles, rode horses, sculled on Lake Merritt
when she was a girl in Oakland.

My father was stationed at Coast Guard Island, fell in love
with my mother at a USO dance in Oakland.

The earthquake wiped out my grandmother’s childhood street
when the freeway collapsed in Oakland.

There’s no there there I didn’t realize
Gertrude Stein was saying about Oakland.

About Cathryn Shea

Cathryn Shea is the author of three poetry chapbooks, most recently “It’s Raining Lullabies” (Dancing Girl Press, 2017) and the micro chapbook “My Heart is a Salt Mirror Like Salar de Uyuni” (Rinky Dink Press, 2018). Her poetry has been nominated for Sundress Publication’s Best of the Net 2017 and recently appears in Tar River Poetry, Gargoyle, Permafrost, Rust + Moth, Tinderbox, and elsewhere. She resides in Fairfax, California. See www.cathrynshea.com and @cathy_shea on Twitter.
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