The Daily Palette Vintage

Was a woman

Once upon a time was a woman.
In the night it began to rain milk.
From the corners, from the eaves.
Once upon a time was ago, gone.

In the morning, the baby wakes.
In the afternoon, the baby wakes.
In the evening, the baby wakes
Me from my day and I lie down.

My hair is falling from the braid.
I put my hair in a braid to keep it.
My hair is falling and with the back
Of my hand I push it back, keep it.

Hair is falling baby is falling milk
Is falling and I am catching them all
And into the day they go and the day
Is smelling like milk. I want to keep it.

There is a thin crack in the roof and so
The wall rots a little each day, softens.
The wall is softening. There is a hole
And I want to keep it. I'm sleepy.

Once upon a time was a woman who
Began to rain, soften. Once upon a time
Was a corner that began to crack. Once
Upon a time was ago, but ended sweetly.

The Daily Palette Vintage

The Daily Palette is pleased to introduce its new Project Coordinator, Jennifer Erixon.

During the month of February we will feature selected artists and works from the Palette's archive.


Laurel Snyder moved to Iowa for the Writers' Workshop but stayed long after, waiting tables at the Hamburg Inn and ultimately marrying an Iowa boy. She has written a picture book, Inside the Slidy Diner, loosely based on her experiences at the 'Burg, and she is at work on a novel, Any Which Wall, set in "Quiet Falls, IA," a town suspiciously reminiscent of Iowa City.

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on September 12, 2018

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