Megan McDermott

QUESTIONS FOR MYSELF AND A VINE-COVERED WALL, SMITH COLLEGE CAMPUS

If I were you, would I resent
the company or flourish? Those vines
domineering enough to prevent any
sense of self-belonging. Day by day
you live out commitment, though is it love
or status quo, your adjustment to life
as home and host? I wonder who I’d be
if I could never get a second alone,
meaning I wonder about being
a mother whose body cannot
be hers like mine is mine – singular
and stark, given sporadically and only
at the push of desire. My body
a wall with ample space on which
anything might be imagined or painted,
anything pulsing and bright, although
isn’t it just as likely a blank wall stays blank?

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