Poetry Friday

Revelations in the Key of K

by Mary Karr

I came awake in kindergarten,
under the letter K chalked neat
on a field-green placard leaned
on the blackboard’s top edge. They’d caged   me
in a metal desk – the dull word writ
to show K’s sound. But K meant kick and kill 

Read the whole poem at PoetryFoundation.org.

K is my favorite letter.

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