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Corinthians 13:11

I follow Marcia Brady on Twitter: Mo McCormick, Actor/Author.

She posts a video with her older brother and they dance, a fast waltz,

under an oak tree with dozens of hanging pastel paper parasols.

She holds his hands, looks up into his face: he watches her feet.

I wish we were friends. I’d call her, Mo, too, one syllable, low:

prayerful, bovine. Mo asks her brother, do you have a girlfriend yet?

She leads, spins him around: I love her in a way I couldn’t back then.

As a child, I loved the middle girl, Jan, the jealous one, Eve Plumb,

Bible spondee fruit, with a TV J-name, and that blue crochet vest.

When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child.

When I was a child, I’d see Mo’s face on my tin lunchbox, but now I see

her freckles mirrored a small star cluster visible on clear nights—

Constellation of Bejewelled Silver Studs on Soft Velvet Bell Bottoms.

Constellation of Kindness. Constellation of Purple Devotion.

Credit


Copyright © 2022 by Jennifer Martelli. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on January 12, 2022, by the Academy of American Poets.

About this Poem


Last year, my friends and I challenged one another to write a sonnet a day. This is one of the survivors: my love poem to Maureen McCormick, aka Marcia Brady. As a child, I watched her character on television; now, I watch her on Twitter. To an extent, this is a poem about the evolution of a persona. But, really, this poem concerns itself with growing older, witnessing kindness, and valuing devotion to another person.”
Jennifer Martelli

Author


Jennifer Martelli

Jennifer Martelli is the author of The Queen of Queens (Bordighera Press, 2022).

Date Published: 2022-01-12

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/corinthians-1311