- Girls of Lake
For Diane Seuss
It seemed there were always tornadoes blowing through youevery day of my childhood when the storm warnings rolled over
the thick, gray glass of our television and if the sirens didn't singfrom behind the curtains my mother made, if there wasn't death and wind
in our own square of lawn beyond that cloth, then it seemedthey were always calling in Cass, your county over from mine, reporting a funnel
in Dowagiac or Edwardsburg. When I was a girl and didn't know youwhen I had the legs of a colt and you were done being an orchid on the streets
of New York City, when you had returned in the time of your white dressand your good legs to the basin of the lakes, of your birth, a thousand milkweed pods
opened their cotton and drifted. We knew the same water meadowssame cattails and loosestrifes. I dug them up and collected the clumped clay
into plastic pots for my own pond. We both grew on a flat horizonof lake and girl and the stacks of sky hammering the sky into us
the sky entering us down to our ankles forever.We will never get the lake out of our hair.
We grew like the poison vines along the north/southcontinental divide. I straddled it when I drove and was driven
around town I went with boys across the lineto buy liquor on Sundays. I skirted your girlhood home.
I skirted your Moon Cemeteryand dipped my skin into Diamond, into Eagle [End Page 171]
Lakes at night where I lit cigarettes and rejected marriageproposals. You and I, all our piss and waste flowing
into the bowl of Michigan, which means 'large lake,' which meanswe white people saying Lake, Large Lake, in half a language
our people wanted to kill. You were born in Michigan Citywhich is in Indiana, which is the same misnomer I was born in
murder on our tongues; you have noted the Wal-Mart parking lotand its covering of native graves. You have shown up at the damp threshold
of my remembering, and now I am born lushlyagain, given permission to name this dark paradise. [End Page 172]
Natalie Solmer is the Founder and Editor-in-Chief of the Indianapolis Review, and she is an Assistant Professor of English at Ivy Tech Community College in Indianapolis. Her poetry can be found in North American Review, Briar Cliff Review, Glass: A Journal of Poetry, Willow Springs, and elsewhere.