I burned the wedding flowers & they became sea urchins. A tomboy gone electric with dishes pecked in tiny loose spines thrown out to the wolves. Something feels Daddy T says sometimes I think you’ve erased yourself by not trying. The closet inside the skeleton. The skeleton taking notes in the barn with a box cutter. As though the whole economy of what I want is only a momentary filler escaping with the smoke. Oh Daddy-Dear how your remedy is immune to me & Oh how my little coin purse is a mine of snapped fingerbones. There goes my space on the mantle & a textbook version of the whole nine yards. A terry cloth boyfriend & a girl with burnt petals burnt hands. There goes the ball gown there goes teatime there goes the love inside me trying to breathe. There goes the hoot-n-holler on the dance floor & in the church pew & while Daddy T shouts that’s her that’s my daughter! for all the other Mommys & Daddys to hear.
Jade Benoit received an MFA in Poetry from the University of North Carolina – Wilmington. Her work has appeared and is forthcoming in Black Warrior Review, LUNGFULL! Magazine, Nashville Review, Smoking Glue Gun, Similar Peaks, and Sun’s Skeleton, among others.