Sleeping in My Mother's Bed
The Moment I Knew I Shouldn't Have Married My Husband
The Woman Who Killed My Cat
Asking Directions in Paris.
Those are TITLES. Here is an excerpt from a poem of hers that Garrison Keillor used in his Writer's Almanac:
But for the ill,....
...
may you be spared from friends who say,
God doesn't give you more than you can handle.
....
May they just keep their mouths shut
and give you French chocolates and daffodils
and maybe a small, original Matisse,
......
These lines are from her poem "French Chocolates" from Like a Beggar (2014). And here is some more information about the biography of this American poet.
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