Maids, by Abby Frucht

Maids, by Abby Frucht

Maids is Abby Frucht’s first collection of poetry, and, as she says on her website, probably her last. Too bad for us, because this nationally known author and essayist has put together an astonishing collection that has been named a finalist for a slew of prizes,...
Liquirizia*

Liquirizia*

        Tell me     Grandfatherdid you ever        try to scrub outyour dark                   Mediterranean  skin          your Camelsoriginal     Napolitano     tongue         at homeat nightwhile your family slept       did you          spiral and spiral           ...
Sister

Sister

My sister doesn’t do sad.She tried it on a few times,   different styles, different sizes—   nothing quite fit. Either too loudor too dark, too tight or too baggy, she’d say. But I think it was the silence of sadness   she couldn’t size up. See, she’s a musician and...
1967

1967

It was that summer19 years old     I lived alonefevered with independenceefficiency apartment on Summit Avenuescratch cushions     pull-out couchGoodwill dishes     my boyfriend and Idrank liquor from jelly glasses     poundedthe thin mattress even flatter    ...