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GINIA by J. B. Hogan
GINIA by J. B. Hogan
Was there no one there,
Ginia, no one to assure you
of your skill, your talent,
to talk you off the slippery bank?
Erudite and circumspect,
literate and literary, mannered
to a fault, absurdly feared in
playwright’s odd homage
to lighthouse and fretting Mrs. D.
Absurd fear when you were
only insecure, uncertain,
nothing more.
Just a little support, a
little encouragement, perhaps,
to stem the dark tide, the
deep waters washing over
your lonely, sad soul.