Even though you wear petite, I should have known. The way you hold your head, the focused movement, thrift in speech — All were clues. When you muscled the case of wine into the trunk while I was calling, “Wait! Wait!” When you dug up the whole garden with a rusty shovel. When you dragged … Continue reading Poetry Corner: Lawrence DiCostanzo “I Married a Cro-Magnon Woman”