The musty, dusty refuge of a forgotten middle school library aisle
My 13-year-old self and fellow study hall refugee boy
The Sacred Object:
Musty, dusty old library book
The Turning Point:
The discovery of the poem “Lady ‘Rogue’ Singleton, which thrilled me with the confirmation of rogue ladies who prefer elephants and miasmas and the general view
Cheeky, greasy-haired fellow refugee boy says:
“Yeah, but look, it was written by a man!”
Cheeky-greasy boy, I would learn many years later, was wrong about the poet’s gender. But in that as-yet-unaware 13th year, my heart sank at the thought that Lady Rogue Singleton had been imagined to life by a man. But only for a moment before soaring realization flooded in—so there were also Lord Rogue Singletons in the world! And they also prefer elephants and miasmas and the general view—and the ladies who prefer them, too.
And we will have a baby soon
And we will live in Edmonton
Where all the friendly people run.
Or give you the baby that you want,
I would always very much rather, dear,
Live in a tent.
I am not a cold woman, Henry,
But I do not feel for you,
What I feel for the elephants and the miasmas,
And the general view.