Still Life with Leg Brace & Pontiac
We’re standing next to my grandfather’s
‘73 Grand Prix — newly polished, royal
blue — my mother, my grandmother and I.
I’m five years old, dressed in a wide collar suit
and plaid tie. Under my pants, my leg brace —
with its cork lift, metal bars, and leather straps —
reaches to my groin. My four-toed club foot fits
inside my shoe like the corpse of someone else’s foot.
It’s my first day of Kindergarten. I love spinach,
my dog Moses and King Kong. It’s the bicentennial year,
the year of Jimmy Carter and the blizzard;
three years before my parents separated.
My grandmother wears her costume jewelry, high heels
and Sunday wig, and my mother, doe eyed and radiant,
stands like a saint, as the morning sun slices through
the walnut trees.
My grandfather, a pipe hanging from the side of his mouth,
wrestles with his Polaroid. He orders us to stand still,
as he squats, aims and yells “Say Cheese!”
After the photo I charge down the driveway like a runaway
grocery cart, my exaggerated gait forever pushing me left,
as my grandmother chases behind, frantic that I will fall,
or no longer need her. It’s my first day of kindergarten,
the possibilities are endless.
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