Examples of the Interrogative in Jane’s Kitchen

By JENNIFER HABEL

 

Is the fifth sense talking?

How do you do a capital G?  

I have to, don’t I? 

Do you want to be just like me?

Why did you put on makeup to go to the grocery store?

Why don’t you wear your boots?

Is this really better than taking the pills?

Can we just start with what we have?

 

Jennifer Habel is the author of Good Reason, winner of the Stevens Poetry Manuscript Competition. Her recent work has appeared or is forthcoming in Alaska Quarterly ReviewBarrow StreetDenver QuarterlyMid-American Review, and The Sewanee Review.

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Examples of the Interrogative in Jane’s Kitchen

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