In the Counselor's Waiting Room
The terra cotta girl
with the big flat farm feet
traces furrows in the rug
with her toes,
reads an existentialist paperback
from psychology class,
finds no ease there
from the guilt of loving
the quiet girl down the hall.
Their home soil has seen to this visit,
their Baptist mothers,
who weep for the waste of sturdy hips
ripe for grandchildren.
Bettie Sellers 1981
In the Counselor's Waiting Room Poem Text
by Bettie Sellers
In the Counselor's Waiting Room Poem Text
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