I have a new poem in the most recent issue of the New Ohio Review. I couldn’t get the link to work — pasting here with permission.

Daughter Poem

Sometimes I see her pressing her palms

against a windowpane in a house that is real

the way a house in a dream is real

until you start to describe it and all you can say is:

it was this house, only it wasn’t. It’s winter

and she likes to feel the cold entering her body.

Or it’s summer and it’s heat she’s after.

She wasn’t born, so she can’t die.

Sometimes there is a window but no girl,

and I am the one walking towards it.

Sometimes I see her peering in—

forehead against the screen of our back door—

or running ahead of me on a path that is real

the way a path in a dream is real, saying: this way, this way.

Lisa Dordal is the author of Mosaic of the Dark (Black Lawrence Press, 2018) which was a finalist for the Audre Lorde Award for Lesbian Poetry, Water Lessons (April 2022), and Next Time You Come Home (forthcoming 2023). She is a Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee and the recipient of an Academy of American Poets Prize, the Robert Watson Poetry Prize, and the Betty Gabehart Poetry Prize. Her poetry has appeared in Best New Poets, Image, The Sun, Narrative, CALYX, The Greensboro Review, Vinyl Poetry, and Ninth Letter.

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