“Interruptions” by Alana Joblin Ain

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The table saw interrupted the carpenter’s banjo—

Brian’s two fingers fell

to the floor.

Now I’m the girl who weeps uncontrollably at work

sobbing like when my car spun down St. Mathews

interrupting a class full of silence.

Crying when Madame Wagner called me to the front to recite Baudelaire

and I couldn’t, but can still feel the cool pink tiles against my forehead as I knelt

in the bathroom and wept.

I could do half  of Howl but she didn’t care and left

to become a flight attendant, her dream

to fly the world,

which seemed so huge and forgiving the morning Helen Warner

interrupted our English class to tell us that Brian’s hand

had been sewn back

and he would still be able to play guitar—

All of us losing our pages and thinking

anything is possible.

Alana Joblin Ain grew up in Philadelphia. Prior to making Brooklyn her home eight years ago, she earned her B.A. at Oberlin College, studying English and Religion. Alana received her MFA in poetry from Hunter College, where she currently teaches creative writing and literature.  Her writing has appeared in Crab Orchard ReviewQuarterly WestRealPoetik and The New York Times.

Image by Martin Benninge

One Comment

  1. Posted January 22, 2010 at 12:05 am | Permalink

    This is lovely. Looking forward to finding more of your work.

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