Becoming Banjo

I could’ve been
many things—doctor,
lawyer, beggarman, CEO—
but not a banjo. They stopped
taking applications
the moment I was born.
Though a few months earlier,
a big-headed embryo in
the womb, I might’ve had
at least a fat chance.
What a headline that
would’ve made for
the Weekly World News!
Woman Gives Birth to Banjo.
My life might’ve become
a Stuart Little-like quest,
riding the rails north
toward the great bear,
the cosmic gourd.
Ah, the tailored furs
I’d have worn, the round
houses I’d have inhabited,
built from snow!
The moon & sun would’ve
circled in the sky,
unwilling to set. The land
would’ve glistened like
a shaman’s hide drum
for conversing with the dead.
And the dead like all emigrants
would’ve babbled incoherently
from the other side,
unable to send back
the right medicine
for our breakdowns, & we
still unready to abandon
our mother tongues.

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  1. It’s quite a journey from that first line to the last of this one. Takes some really surprising turns. There’s something banjo-like in that.

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    1. Thanks for the comment. This is intended to be the final poem of the collection, so it’s pulling in some themes from its predecessors. Might be worth mentioning that it started life as a prose poem, so I was in kind of a surrealist mind-set. I’m not quite sure about it yet. But having culled four poems and spruced up the others, I’m liking the collection as a whole.

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