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Mariah Bosch

VOICEMAIL POEMS

Poem-a-Day

Cortney Lamar Charleston

Emily Dickinson

Tracy K. Smith

Jericho Brown

Jake Skeets

Jacqueline Woodson

Gregory Pardlo

Gerard Manley Hopkins

Paul Laurence Dunbar

Jenny Johnson

Naomi Shihab Nye

Dorothy Parker

Jamila Woods

Eileen Myles

Xandria Phillips

OwlTail

Recorded by Mariah Bosch for Poem-a-Day, a series produced by the Academy of American Poets. Published on March 17, 2021. www.poets.org

Recorded by Mariah Bosch for Poem-a-Day, a series produced by the Academy of American Poets. Published on March 17, 2021. <a href="http://www.poets.org" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">www.poets.org</a>

Mariah Bosch: "Obituary Generator"

A man in a powder blue suitoffered to tell me my futureon Olive Avenue. When I tried to say no, he said Baby, please,in a way that told me that he might know something thatI didn’t, so I held out my palm.I used to hold out the same palmon the playground for other girlsto read. They would tell me that I was destined to have five kidsand a loving husband. Maybe a mini van. They told me my futurewith such certainty that it was difficult not to see some truth,some sincerity, some genuine desire to wish a happy futureupon each other. So I believed them.The man on Olive said he could seeLos Angeles and its sprawl. Hecould see me there, too, but he wouldn’t tell me what I was doingwithout another five dollars.I looked happy, though, he said. Happy in Los Angeles and laughing in the sun. There,in Fresno, I sought to findan intersection of these futures.————————————–Mariah Bosch called us from Fresno, CA.SUPPORT US ON PATREON: http://patreon.com/voicemailpoems http://voicemailpoems.org/guidelines http://facebook.com/voicemailpoems http://twitter.com/voicemailpoems http://voicemailpoems.org/thepodcast

A man in a powder blue suit offered to tell me my future on Olive Avenue. When I tried to say no, he said Baby, please, in a way that told me that he might know something that I didn’t, so I held out my palm. I used to hold out the same palm on the playground for other girls to read. They would tell me that I was destined to have five kids and a loving husband. Maybe a mini van. They told me my future with such certainty that it was difficult not to see some truth, some sincerity, some genuine desire to wish a happy future upon each other. So I believed them. The man on Olive said he could see Los Angeles and its sprawl. He could see me there, too, but he wouldn’t tell me what I was doing without another five dollars. I looked happy, though, he said. Happy in Los Angeles and laughing in the sun. There, in Fresno, I sought to find an intersection of these futures. ————————————– Mariah Bosch called us from Fresno, CA. SUPPORT US ON PATREON: <a href="http://patreon.com/voicemailpoems" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://patreon.com/voicemailpoems</a> <a href="http://voicemailpoems.org/guidelines" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://voicemailpoems.org/guidelines</a> <a href="http://facebook.com/voicemailpoems" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://facebook.com/voicemailpoems</a> <a href="http://twitter.com/voicemailpoems" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://twitter.com/voicemailpoems</a> <a href="http://voicemailpoems.org/thepodcast" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://voicemailpoems.org/thepodcast</a>

"Reading Lines" by Mariah Bosch