The Monday Poem is brought to you by Professor Jim Gormley of the English Department. Enjoy!
Our Other Sister
The cruelest thing I did to my younger sister wasn't shooting a homemade blowdart into her knee, where it dangled for a breathless second before dropping off, but telling her we had another, older sister who'd gone away. What my motives were I can't recall: a whim, or was it some need of mine to toy with loss, to probe the ache of imaginary wounds? But that first sentence was like a strand of DNA that replicated itself in coiling lies when my sister began asking her desperate questions. I called our older sister Isabel and gave her hazel eyes and long blonde hair. I had her run away to California where she took drugs and made hippie jewelry. Before I knew it, she'd moved to Santa Fe and opened a shop. She sent a postcard every year or so, but she'd stopped calling. I can still see my younger sister staring at me, her eyes widening with desolation then filling with tears. I can still remember how thrilled and horrified I was that something I'd just made up had that kind of power, and I can still feel the blowdart of remorse stabbing me in the heart as I rushed to tell her none of it was true. But it was too late. Our other sister had already taken shape, and we could not call her back from her life far away or tell her how badly we missed her.
—Jeffrey Harrison
Born in Cincinnati, poet Jeffery Harrison was educated at Columbia University, where he studied with poets Kenneth Koch and David Shapiro. Influenced as well by Elizabeth Bishop, John Keats, and Seamus Heaney, Harrison’s personal narratives take on themes of intimacy and loss with nuance, clarity, and dark humor.
In an interview for Smartish Pace, Harrison discussed the responsibilities of a poet, noting that “perhaps honesty is the primary responsibility—honesty about oneself and about what the world is like.”
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