Indecorous, Clear
E. Kristin Anderson
  Mountains asked              behind
  Could we, Mother—      look back;
  you can’t.      Mom           there’s—
  farther      all the time,       I don’t
  accept—          I’m the invisible girl.
  That’s me.         A mosquito to the
  left—notice: lovers
                             lovers,
                                     the bitterest
  enemies.     At home I could have
  read a book.             In the woods
  who looked for             poison ivy
  poison oak            poison mother.
  Simpler mother. Bitterest mother.
  All day long                  how girls—
  the only       important      thing—
  Watch just the way                I do it.
  Good       and lost         and trying
  not to die,  the woods  remember
  we pay            for last year’s dead
  leaves—             a girl’s answering
  laughter—            mother paused
  something    to think   something
  else—                 mother every bit
  your clothes      a slope the worst,
  the voices so clearly                lost.

This is an erasure poem. Source Material: King, Stephen. The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon. New York: Pocket, 1999. 17-21. Print.

E. Kristin Anderson is a poet, Prince fan, Starbucks connoisseur, and glitter enthusiast living in Austin, Texas. She is the co-editor of Dear Teen Me and her next anthology, Hysteria: Writing the female body, is forthcoming from Sable Books. She is currently working on Come as You Are, an anthology of writing on 90s pop culture with Anomalous Press. Kristin is the author of eight chapbooks of poetry including A Guide for the Practical Abductee (Red Bird Chapbooks), Pray, Pray, Pray: Poems I wrote to Prince in the middle of the night (Porkbelly Press), Fire in the Sky (Grey Book Press), We’re Doing Witchcraft (Hermeneutic Chaos Press), and 17 seventeen XVII (Grey Book Press). Kristin is an editor at Red Paint Hill and was formerly a poetry editor at Found Poetry Review. Once upon a time, she worked at The New Yorker. Find her online at EKristinAnderson.com and on twitter at @ek_anderson.


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