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Sister,

Penni Pearson

You are the cat’s-eye of those
who yearn to unfold without
yellow oil colors the dawn
of every summer-kilned day.

For each hue, you read a new
book, on another subject.
You are a sphinx sunbathing
on top of Baldwin spinets,

stone eyes squinting at ivory,
obsidian tongues you make
speak, again—nails quick,
sanctified, marking 4/4 time.

You are succubi to pliant
men, who come to your twin
bed in streams, wick away
like gloamings’ dew. You are

the man who outstays each
calendar, striking through
every old moon—a fat crayon
in hand, staking a cicatrix.

He is no one, except a man
who accepts you, as a father
might, allowing hollyhocks
to open as if revolving doors,

unescorted yet sidereal,
asking no sunshine in return.
You are the Gemini woman
who summarily orchestrates

every black-eyed susan—
the moon-faced daisies of
her months—within one green
urn, questioning how much

slower they’ll wane indoors,
and who she’ll name each one
after, twirling a deaf wand.
I am only the seventh sister

who darns in swank skylights
you envision, listening idly
to your plangent violin strain,
or to you listening at every

other improvident blue door
I cannot descend through,
cup my mouth to either one,
or both, of your good ears . . .

swear I’m the one true oracle
of your every misadventure.


Penni Pearson is an Assistant Professor of English at Northern State University in Aberdeen, South Dakota, where she teaches creative writing and other courses. Our House of Cards’ Worship Hour, her first manuscript of poetry, is currently seeking a publisher. The manuscript follows the order of a Protestant worship service, with individual poems functioning as mock liturgy. For example, "Sister" fuctions as the invocation, "Nothing Knits Us" functions as the communion hymn, and "Thanksgiving" functions as the offering. Two poems from the manuscript were selected by Heather McHugh as notable work and were published in Sad Little Breathings and Other Acts of Ventriloquism, an anthology of contemporary American poets. Other poems will be published this fall in a language reader titled Vocabula Bound. She is currently drafting poems for her manuscript-in-progress, Easy in Thy Dove Gray Body, which explores women’s bodies as overwritten texts in relation to postmodern theories of individuality as a cultural effect.