“Bringing My Son to the Police Station to be Fingerprinted” by Shoshauna Shy
Poetry 180: A Poem a Day for American High Schools, Hosted by Billy Collins, U.S. Poet Laureate, 2001-2003
Bringing My Son to the Police Station to be Fingerprinted
My lemon-colored whisper-weight blouse with keyhole closure and sweetheart neckline is tucked into a pastel silhouette skirt with side-slit vents and triplicate pleats when I realize in the sunlight through the windshield that the cool yellow of this blouse clashes with the buttermilk heather in my skirt which makes me slightly queasy however the periwinkle in the pattern on the sash is sufficiently echoed by the twill uppers of my buckle-snug sandals while the accents on my purse pick up the pink in the button stitches and then as we pass through Weapons Check it's reassuring to note how the yellows momentarily mesh and make an overall pleasing composite
from Poetry Northwest, Spring 2001
University of Washington, Seattle, WA
Copyright 2001 by Shoshauna Shy.
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About the Poet
Shoshauna Shy is the author of four poetry collections, including What the Postcard Didn’t Say (Zelda Wilde Publishing, 2007).
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