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For this session our text was the poem I Will Be My Mother’s Apprentice by Carmen Giménez Smith, posted below.
Our prompt for this session was: “Write about being the remedy or the anchor.”
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I WILL BE MY MOTHER’S APPRENTICE as if I were a hunger because it is our bleak and common future to reverse the sphinx. I study the meander of her logic for context. Sometimes it is like a poem that is not quite realized filled with hollows and bursts, a stranger’s grief and rage. She asks for home when she’s home. She screams for the purse we haven’t hidden from her. Sometimes we circle the same spots, and I try to be as I know she was with me once: remedy and anchor. I’m a fair to poor replica, yet still her proxy. That you didn’t know her is your misfortune: a hot planet’s core, late summer’s best light. As metaphor I evoke a pink, vulnerable jelly, translucent and containing the past. I hold it in my hand and against a lamp. This is our intimacy now. My nails trace the brown spots that mark her losses. Beautiful and sad and strange, I say, because I’ve made her into something else. “I Will Be My Mother’s Apprentice,” from Be Recorder. Copyright © 2019 by Carmen Giménez Smith