[the girls speak to each other via the common tongue]: Feather or a Rock
which do you love more a feather or a rock to be good is to be ‘natural’ I mean to appear you are not good you are holding up though you are holding up you are getting a drink of water you are eating you are concealing your identities this is like a riotous wilderness but more like a persistent dread your ferocity, almost mycological mythological I said mycological oh god oh my god your laughter has undertones of oak and berries and martial law conceived, as it were, in a garden
Credit
Copyright © 2018 by Ellen Welcker. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on January 16, 2018, by the Academy of American Poets.
About this Poem
“This poem is from a section of my manuscript in-progress, The Pink Tablet, that is concerned with the mutability of borders and boundaries real and imagined, imposed and inherent. Confronted with various modes of aggression—hunted, scapegoated, trapped and loathed—the girls lay claim with a shape-shifting ferocity, but the bodies they become are no safer vessels. The complexity this poem is exploring is the fact of being a being, how in so many small ways they (we) open to and guard against the world in all its shimmering terror and beauty. Here, they speak to each other in a private language that is half call-and-response, half finishing each other’s thoughts.”
—Ellen Welcker
Date Published
01/16/2018