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SWOON
Lauren
(Writers Block)
The first time I fell back,
hit my head on the pew.
No more than a plum-sized bump
but Mother dragged me down
to the empty bathroom,
woke me up with icy water.
From then on, overcome,
the world often spun.
At the childrens Christmas pageant
I watched my younger sister lead
the winged procession to
a little Mary, veiled and expectant.
My father struck a match
and lit his cigarette. Outside the car,
snow fell white and fast. Night
closed waist-deep and held us.
He called me histrionic.
Judge Anthony Robinsons comments: Though slight at first glance, Swoon rewards multiple reads; its seemingly plain construction and narrative are a foil for many small pleasures. The beauty and accuracy of language (plum-sized bump, Night / closed waist-deep and held us.) and the slight mystery of the story--the switch from church to car, the uncertain passage of time, the characterization of the young speaker as histrionic by the father--elevate this poem from mere anecdote to an almost-chilling, but strangely peaceful family drama, full of the sort of emotional ambiguity often missing in such poems.

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