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Jenny Noble Anderson's avatar

You know you've spent a week at a poetry retreat when you board a plane and wonder why the man beside you isn't interested in processing childhood traumas and reading poems aloud. The nerve! Words can't do this week justice, but thank you, Padraig. Thank you so very much. I wrote this one on pantoum day:

Supporting Character

Dad wears costumes when it isn't Halloween.

Emerges from his bedroom Gandalf, a werewolf, a knight.

Dutiful audience, bred to clap and squeal.

Slinks away after Jeopardy & soon he's someone new.

Emerges from his bedroom Gandalf, a werewolf, a knight.

Is he a boy, a father, or both?

Slinks away after Jeopardy & soon he's someone new.

Thank God he showed me that grown-ups can play.

Are you a boy, a father, or both?

The spotlight suits you—is there room for two?

Thank God you showed me that grown-ups can play.

Gandalf's beard devours my small face.

The spotlight suits you—is there room for two?

Dutiful audience, bred to clap and squeal.

Gandalf's beard devours my small face.

You wear costumes when it isn't Halloween.

Kasane B's avatar

The pantoum:

Putting on a bra.

In the bedroom, hotel room, bathroom, or change room.

At forty odd years, odd years, even yours.

Punctuated, as a dressing, as an undoing.

In the bedroom, hotel room, bathroom, or change room.

Awkward moved comfortably in, dropping the awk and becoming a sigil ward.

Punctuated, as a dressing, as an undoing.

Growing queerer.

Awkward moved comfortably in, dropping the awk and becoming a sigil ward.

I love my growing need.

Growing queerer.

My chest, close to hold, as breast, the budding and unfurling.

I love my growing need.

At forty odd years, odd years, even yours.

My chest, close to hold, as breast, the budding and unfurling.

Putting on a bra.

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