Double Jinx: Poems
By Nancy Reddy and Alex Lemon
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Double Jinx follows the multiple transformations—both figurative and literal—that accompany adolescence and adulthood, particularly for young women. Drawing inspiration from sources as varied as Ovid’s Metamorphoses, the rewritten fairy tales in Anne Sexton’s Transformations, and the wild and shifting dreamscapes of Brigit Pegeen Kelly’s work, these poems track speakers attempting to construct identity.
A series of poems depict the character of Nancy Drew as she delves into an obsession with a doppelgänger. Cinderella wakes up to a pumpkin and a tattered dress after her prince grows tired of her. A young girl obsessed with fairy tales becomes fascinated with a copy of Grey’s Anatomy in which she finds a “pink girl pinned to the page as if in vivisection. Could she / be pink inside like that? No decent girl / would go around the world like that, uncooked.”
The collection culminates in an understanding of the ways we construct ourselves, whether it be by way of imitation, performance, and/or transformation. And it looks forward as well, for in coming to understand our identities as essentially malleable, we are liberated. Or as the author writes, “we’ll be our own gods now.”
“Exquisitely crafted poems . . . an exploration of woman’s manifold selves.” —Rebecca Dunham, author of Cold Pastoral
Nancy Reddy
NANCY REDDY is associate professor of writing and first-year studies at Stockton University. She is the author of Pocket Universe; Double Jinx, a 2014 winner of the National Poetry Series; and the chapbook Acadiana. She lives in Collingswood, New Jersey.
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Double Jinx - Nancy Reddy
1
Ex Machina
The chorus girls descend, their wings a wonder
of feather and zipline. The oboes
in the orchestra pit yawn
as if to gulp them whole, but the girls
are singing and so swallow down
their fear. The villain shows himself
too soon and is all wrong for this play—
not a dashing captain but a pirate
with a stick shift for an arm and a stopwatch
in his heart. Where the audience
should be—the rows of lovely velvet seats
and numbered placards, donated
by the dead or named for them—there’s
only sea. The violinists do a kick turn
and set out into the waves. What happened
to the playwright, to the plot? Who will stitch
the chorus to the theme? Who will,
when the curtain drops, unhook the beauties
from their wings and turn them back
to girls, wrap terrycloth robes around
their sequined bodysuits? We cannot wait
for angels. We’ll be our own gods now.
Watch us swinging from the rafters
like a lifeboat or a bird of prey.
Divine and Mechanical Bodies
The year my sister turned into a crow
I ran the cinder track around the football field for hours. I stayed on
after practice ended, after coach packed up
his whistle and his stopwatch, after the other girls changed back
into sweats and carpooled home. At my house
my sister gathered all the shiny things. She plucked the buttons
from our parkas and strung them from the bedposts,
lined the closet doors with tinfoil and propped the silver-plated serving trays
along the dressers so that everywhere she looked
she’d see her own eyes looking back. She wouldn’t speak.
When our mother called us down to dinner
she answered with a raucous preening call, she piled mall kiosk pendants
around her feathered neck. She wouldn’t eat
the meals our mother cooked and instead slurped juice from cans, clawed
the soft and flaky centers from the caramels
in the cut-glass candy dish our mother kept for guests. She grew
bird-boned and slender, a brittle core inside each inky feather. That year,
though no one had died, not really,
my mother filled the basement freezer with casseroles,
each aluminum dish an archaeological dig of hash browns, beef tips
browned in butter, cream of something soup. In bio lab
we pinned and bisected earthworms, diagrammed their tiny hearts
on worksheets. Somewhere a teacher called out kingdom, phylum, family.
We smeared the cultured cells from petri dishes onto slides and marveled
at their manufactured one-cell lives. I ran the track each afternoon,
my mix tape turned up loud. The sun set
earlier and earlier each day behind the goal posts. At home
my mother diced and browned the onions. My sister
made herself a feather bed. The first snow fell around us as we slept,
flakes soft as down, clotting the trees whose leaves had not yet
turned and fallen, turning the lawn
bright as a spotlight.
The Case of the Double Jinx
THE SCARLET SLIPPER MYSTERY
You’re Nancy Drew and you drive a blue coupe.
You drive fast. Your mother is