Blindsided
by Donald G. Redman
Mary
Jane kisses me in traffic.
Long.
I
hurry to exit the vehicle
And
shyly began to apologize.
“I
just … you …”
She
was amused.
I
had been standing
As a
rodent
On
the side of the road.
She
smiled
Slightly
And
told me that it would be best
If I
just got back
in
the car.
I
was nervous
But
my mouth
So
glad.
Blindsided
is a “blackout” poem, created by blacking out large swaths of words in a
newspaper article while preserving others to create poetry.
The
original article appeared in the Slidell community section of the
Times-Picayune. It was a columnist’s recounting of an earlier Halloween
experience when she had dressed in costume as one of three blind mice and
caused an auto accident. It contained a lot of references to being blind and being
angry. At first, that’s the direction I took while trying to cobble together a
poem. The name Mary Jane (as in the traditional Halloween candy) was a keeper from the start.
First
stab:
Mary
Jane,
dressed
in black.
Dark
Glasses.
Blind
And extremely
heavy….
Second
attempt:
Mary
Jane kisses me
And two
of my closest friends …
OK,
that left me with nowhere to go.
Third
try (I return to the black dress):
Mary
Jane
Dressed
in black.
Amusing
and clever.
Blind
and extremely heavy,
I
did not want to miss the princess.
Too
much of a hurry,
I
walk up
And began
to apologize.
“I
am blind.”
She
was not amused.
I
summoned the dark for an eternity….
Dreadful!
So
another attempt… back to the kisses:
Mary
Jane Kisses me.
That
is not amusing.
I
did not want to.
I
apologize.
She
is not amused.
She
summoned the dark.
She’s
mad.
I
think she’s going to
Cut off
My mouth…
Nope.
Worse than dreadful.
Again
…
Mary
Jane kisses me.
That
is not my idea of fun …
Scratch.
And
then I finally let go of the angry aspects of the story and embraced the kiss and
the nervous tension and the sensual Mary Jane. The title, Blindsided, pays
homage to the three blind mice of the original article, while describing the
unexpected passionate kiss from Mary Jane.
The idea of blackout newspaper poetry comes from poet Austin Kleon.
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