Selkie-song
“Such a shame to sign Anonymous!” Mr Poitier pokes his head out of the editor’s office, starts to scribble my name. “I want it back then,” I say. It’s freshman year. I’d circled past this door once, twice, held my breath — before slipping it in. My first submitted work. One of the poems has a sketched seal, her baby fur warm in the Arctic spring. Mr Poitier sighs, “Anonymous it is.” Then he smiles. The last verse must’ve etched itself in somehow, remains:
like the seal I shift
change, become a new person —
yet I’m still the same
*From prompt: Freewrite as inspired by excerpt from Just Kids by Patti Smith. From Lisa Freedman’s BreatheReadWrite Studio time, December 29, 2024.
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