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"Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard." Anne Sexton 

Heather Brager is a critically acclaimed juggler of calamity, an accomplished procrastinator, and shuffler of idioms. Her poetry and drawings can be found in various digital and print journals around the globe, and on the web.  She currently resides in New England and prefers the precipice of where the Atlantic meets the sand to the official looking office where she spends most of her time. 

Monday, September 10, 2012


she aspired to be mysterious

when she became a grown up

with the soundtrack of a sleuth and the power

of clever and deductive reasoning
her intellect would overshadow all residual prettiness
that they said she inherited from her mother

the little girl in dirty jeans, ponytail and sneakers

her father's tattered books under her arm
would blend into the city swarms

(already she could mingle with the backyard murder of crows

and squish beneath the ferns with a knot of toads)

at family reunions, relatives said that she

could become anything she wanted and
they would chuckle when she told them
she wanted to be an archeologist
a fighter pilot, or a famous architect

she would uncover history, make history

build something from the ground up

(she would leave that town)

so tightly holding a number two pencil

reading each question suspiciously
she filled in the rows of little circles
her lungs stretched, waiting to find out
who she was supposed to become

when her scores were added and totaled

she frowned when she was told
that she was an artist

© 9.10.12 heather brager

1 comment:

  1. This is beautiful, and it conjures up long forgotten remembrances and forecasts for this reader.

    I scoffed when my test results declared I was destined to become a park ranger. Now, I live on the outskirts of a national forest.