My husband (Marc) and I don’t have children. (Above Right) We have dogs, which is not the same as having children. I don’t call them “fur-babies.” I feel defined in some ways by our decision not to have children, and my chapbook (A Crooked Door Cut into the Sky, a Vella Chapbook winner through Paper Nautilus Press) is largely about that.
Were there any lines in any of your rough drafts of this poem that were not in the final version? And can you share them with us? The poem originally had a whole first half. It was much more narrative, which is more my usual style. I described our whole night—car ride, ice cream treat, letting our dog sniff for an extra long time before we headed inside:
grass, the base of a tree, our shoes.
Marc and I cried. Cars drove by,
headlights shined on our wet cheeks.
hunter.com/poem/may-58/) a poem about having to put down a dog. (Above Left: Melissa teaching in her classroom)
Has this poem been published before? And if so where? It’s one of the few poems in my chapbook A Crooked Door Cut into the Sky that wasn’t published in a journal. So it’s nice that it’s being featured here!
“Looking For Sunsets (In the Early Morning)”
by Cindy Hochman
“The Way Back”