by Evelyn Hooven (February 2018)
The Other Room, Vanessa Bell, 1930s
hy not say it to my face?
Does something show in my face?
Your fingers are nervous—
Do they dismiss
The empty-handed,
Are they reaching conclusions?
Why you continue
And continue
Is more than I know.
You weren’t always
Administrator,
Once you dealt
With stutterers;
We might have been
A team, but
Here are charts
Of Debits:
The times are harsh.
I see you are good
At provisoes
And small print
With hidden traps,
But what have you done
With her,
The one
Who faltered
And is missing?
She can’t be in your jacket
Because the pockets
Are stitched—
There are limits
To how small
She can make herself
Or how long
She can hold out
Without air.
But she’s been noticed
And you must
Shut the door.
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Evelyn Hooven graduated from Mount Holyoke College and received her M.A. from Yale University, where she also studied at The Yale School of Drama. A member of the Dramatists’ Guild, she has had presentations of her verse dramas at several theatrical venues, including The Maxwell Anderson Playwrights Series in Greenwich, CT (after a state-wide competition) and The Poet’s Theatre in Cambridge, MA (result of a national competition). Her poems and translations from the French have appeared in ART TIMES, Chelsea, The Literary Review, THE SHOp: A Magazine of Poetry (in Ireland), The Tribeca Poetry Review, Vallum (in Montreal), and other journals, and her literary criticism in Oxford University’s Essays in Criticism.
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