Panda at my Back

Panda at my Back
by lindsay kirkland
The Panda once gave me a beautiful man,
a man of exemplary features.
I was his sister or his wife.
The hospital was arid—impotent
I sat with him in the arch.
His face, before marred with abscess
now fine
blameless
because of the liquid nitrogen
and I love him.
I took him to my side then
To steady him.          He faltered
scolded me
then I took him to my neck like a wounded goat
from my ignorance of his affliction
to a shepherd spouse.
Then from his hands propagated understanding
from the corners of my mouth
to the line behind my ears,
in the greeting card aisle,
his armor from the churlish crowd.
I’m always sure to thank Mr. P. B.
We did the dance
The dance of freedom
Because we were alone.

0 thoughts on “Panda at my Back

  1. Reads like a dream or special moments with one’s imaginary totem [which can be quite real for the child locked within us]. Lots of detail in this poem of feeling and companionship. i especially like that one stanza: “Then from his hands propagated understanding from the corners of my mouth to the line behind my ears, in the greeting card aisle, his armor from the churlish crowd.”
    –Picturesque!–
    What an exemplary way to start off the New Year and a new decade here at H & H: “We did the dance/ The dance of freedom/ Because we were alone.” Thanks for sharing!

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