‘Sufferance’ and other poems by Rebecca Foust

Prayer for my New Daughter   with lines by Audre Lorde and William Butler Yeats   A soul in chrysalis, in first agonized molt, must choose: LADIES, or MENS. For some—for you—these rooms are fraught, an open field where lines are drawn: think of the White-Only signs. Or Serrano’s Piss Christ and Duchamp’s Fountain, pitted…