Lannie Stabile
And you unearth a photograph of your past and a stranger. . .
You must have been
three or four years old
Pastel and towheaded
Your mother is there,
youthfully stoic
Your face registers distrust,
even while your tiny hand rests
deadenly on the shoulders
of a man in prison-issued khakis
His thin fingers choke your thigh
as he squeezes your body into
the cold space between him
and your mother
And you ask her who the man is
But she will only say
that’s Ron Bailey
So, you Google the name
and learn the arms
that rocked you to sleep
once strangled two small boys
The thought doesn’t invade
until the memories do
You remember lovers’ necks
and the preoccupation of pulse
Your clumsy hips
toppling a television
onto a litter of newborn kittens
Claws hovering
over the unsuspecting back
of a friend at an intersection
As the truck lumbers by,
you shake your head and ask
what the hell am I doing?
You think of his captured
hands, pressing into the pink
ruffles of your flesh, and it is
in that moment you first wonder
about the transference of sin
three or four years old
Pastel and towheaded
Your mother is there,
youthfully stoic
Your face registers distrust,
even while your tiny hand rests
deadenly on the shoulders
of a man in prison-issued khakis
His thin fingers choke your thigh
as he squeezes your body into
the cold space between him
and your mother
And you ask her who the man is
But she will only say
that’s Ron Bailey
So, you Google the name
and learn the arms
that rocked you to sleep
once strangled two small boys
The thought doesn’t invade
until the memories do
You remember lovers’ necks
and the preoccupation of pulse
Your clumsy hips
toppling a television
onto a litter of newborn kittens
Claws hovering
over the unsuspecting back
of a friend at an intersection
As the truck lumbers by,
you shake your head and ask
what the hell am I doing?
You think of his captured
hands, pressing into the pink
ruffles of your flesh, and it is
in that moment you first wonder
about the transference of sin
Biography
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Lannie Stabile (she/her), a queer Detroiter, often says while some write like a turtleneck sweater, she writes like a Hawaiian shirt. A finalist for the 2019/2020 Glass Chapbook Series and semifinalist for the Button Poetry 2018 Chapbook Contest, she is usually working on new chapbook ideas, or, when desperate, on her neglected YA novel. Works can be found, or are forthcoming, in Glass Poetry, 8 Poems, Monstering, The Hellebore, Honey & Lime, and more. Lannie currently holds the position of Managing Editor at Barren Magazine and is a member of the MMPR Collective.
Twitter handle: @LannieStabile |
