Jessie Janeshek

Mar 13, 2025 | chapter16.org | Claudia Emerson |Linda D. Parsons |Jessie Janeshek |Henry Jones

Perhaps it was never hers to tell,with no one to tell it to. And so it became this: The early1930s and she was unmarried,in nursing school,her uniform an apron like a butcher’s,long and white as at the bleachedbeginning of day,or a curtain drawn at the end. The rest of her wasted behind it;behind her the quickening,her spine vulnerable as a sapling,and as willful.