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Runaway Queen

by Kelle Groom


At night, I imagined her in the funeral home, groggy in a twilight sleep,
putting up with the inconvenience, the orange and white dress,
going too long without food, time running out,

like in the dream I had about my son when I gave him away:
he was just born, and I kept him inside a record album.
After three days I remembered he’d need food and ran to find him,

sleeping and alive. I was surprised at my grandmother’s request
for a cremation, hoping she didn’t really want her body,
the way she’d wanted to keep the house, but never told us

until the end, too late. I thought she was breathing
when I held her in the coffin, afraid she’d be burned alive.
Years later, a woman befriended me, Pauline. She gave me

a personality test, and the night she graded it, ran to me in a gold
ball gown, like a runaway queen, to say I’m Joan of Arc, because
you know how she turned out.

I finally told Aunt Diane that my grandmother had breathed.
Diane said doctors had done all the tests. One of us stood on the staircase,
the other on the landing, talking up and down.

Diane said the body can hold on to breath when nothing’s left.
That’s why when everyone had gone, and I held on to her,
she sighed.

 

Kelle Groom’s first collection of poems is Underwater City (University Press of Florida, 2004). Her poems have appeared most recently in The New Yorker and are forthcoming in Luna, Phoebe, and Witness. (2003)


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