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grandmother as Scylla

What’s worse, after all, than a hungry woman, greedy for all that isn’t meant to be hers?
-Catherine Chung


growing old is erasure—my body
hidden this face unseen
while my girl-days flick
incandescent

memories—lilies & underfoot
moss dusk or dawn swims.
I was seal then or otter
almost fish—

my gift for transmutation
for echolocation only a flicker.
my song could not
be stanched

until misshapen by monstrous
craving for whatever
I could swallow strange
& lush salt & shadow

I transformed.
now when I say monstrous
I mean denial. I mean
grandmother

as nothing. I mean bleating
Mém Maa as if to show that girl
everything
she won’t see

until like me she pretends
to outgrow hunger. Mém
Mémère the mouth
murmurs for more.


Jeri Theriault’s poetry collections include Radost, My Red and the award-winning In the Museum of Surrender. She is the editor of Wait: Poems from the Pandemic. Her poems and reviews have appeared or are forthcoming in journals such as The Rumpus, The Texas Review, The Asheville Poetry Review, and Plume. A Fulbright recipient and three-time Pushcart Prize nominee, Jeri won the 2019 Maine Literary Award for poetry. She lives in South Portland, Maine. www.jeritheriault.com

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