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<\/h2>\n<\/h2>\nby Fran Schumer<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I fell in love with a kind I could cure
\ndreaming of Keebler cookies
\nin the aisles of Waldbaums
\nthe happy elf on the package
\nmy happy mother pushing the cart
\nwith such force, such energy, such ardor.
\nShe bowled cantaloupes down the counter
\nwith an energy I lacked, me —
\na stick in a sweater, my arms and legs blue<\/p>\n
in the refrigerated aisles, me \u2013
\na size two in the puffy, expensive coat
\nthe women bought to keep me warm
\nwhen I went away. I never came back.<\/p>\n
My sister-in-law said I was spoiled.
\nShe was right. Who would ever love me as much?
\nThe tragedy of first, floating, amniotic love.
\nI never tasted those stupid, stale supermarket cookies,
\nfudge, peanut butter, plain, dumb vanilla.
\nWanting is so much better than having<\/p>\n
All my life I wanted her \u2013
\nand all that remains is this hunger.<\/p>\n
Fran Schumer\u2019s poetry, fiction, and articles have appeared in various sections of The New York Times; also, Vogue, The Nation, The North American Review<\/em>, and other publications. She won a Goodman Loan Grant Award for Fiction from the City University of New York and in 2021, a Martha\u2019s Vineyard Institute of Creative Writing poetry fellowship. In 2022, her poem, Memento Mori, was a winner of the Martha\u2019s Vineyard Poet Laureate\u2019s 2022 Contest. Her Chapbook, Weight<\/em>, was the first runner up in the Jonathan Holden Poetry Chapbook Contest and was published in 2022 by Choeofpleirn Press. A native of Brooklyn, N.Y., she studied political science at college but wishes she had spent more time studying Keats.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Fran Schumer\u2019s poetry, fiction, and articles have appeared in various sections of The New York Times; also, Vogue, The Nation, The North American Review, and<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":10316,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[413,122],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10314","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-family-poems","category-contemporary"],"aioseo_notices":[],"amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10314","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10314"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10314\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/10316"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10314"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10314"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10314"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}