Helen will practice gestures
to quiet the futures she promised herself
as a child: I will one day be a police-
officer or a princess, she’d committed,
standing on the living-room coffee table
all tutu and headband and wand.
It is always time for dress-up
somewhere, she will reason, all chignon
and in the mirror will find shapes
where her eyes used to be.
About the Poet
Leigh Sugar is a writer and movement artist based in New York City. She previously edited The Michigan Review of Prisoner Creative Writing and is now curating and editing an anthology of writing by artists who have taught arts workshops in prisons. […]