She sat in a room white as a cake of soap. On a bitter New England night. Backbone erect. "I never thought I'd marry. What man would have me? Always knew I'd be a spinster: All those peculiarities to me. Born with three hands. Oh, they amputated one all right but I always bore a football scar, the lacing that laced my hand Look at Sherwood Andersen's Winesburg, Ohio. Everyone a misfit, a gargoyle, a Quasimodo.
Author BIO
Lynn Strongin
Born in New York City in 1939, Lynn Strongin's name comes up regularly in college classes as one of the most unique voices in American poetry. Strongin has lived in British Columbia for more than a quarter century, but considers herself a profoundly American writer. During the 1960s, she worked with Denise Levertov amidst the lively political environment of Berkeley, California.
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