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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare


Carl Boon lives in Izmir, Turkey, where he teaches courses in American culture and literature at 9 Eylül University. His poems have appeared in many magazines, including Posit, The Maine Review, and Diagram. A Pushcart Prize nominee, Boon recently edited a volume on the sublime in American cultural studies.

Carl Boon

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The Girl

The girl is somehow
disgraced I'm there and then

I realize she is my daughter,
grown large in clothes
I cannot recognize, knobs

of flesh at her chest, a foreign
song at her lips,
a pierce, a punch. She dives

into the cold—she dove from me
long ago, her Barbie thoughts
done. There are boys

to laugh at now, pizza,
dance, a language I don't know
where the sea meets the sand

where I still wait, my useless
arms outstretched.