Four Jane Poems Jennifer Habel (bio) P is for Prologue Jane is smart, but not as smart as her husband.Jane was smart, but not as smart as her father.Jane is smart enough to know her mothershould not have let Jane knowthat Jane's derelict brother outscored Janeon the IQ test. Sometimes you have to hideyour light under a bushel, Jane once hearda professor tell his junior colleague.His colleague couldn't stop talking. She couldn'tstop talking because she wasn't pretty.When a pretty woman gets oldshe sometimes starts talking. Jane mightbe getting ready when she hidesbefore the mirror pluckingher new gray hairs. [End Page 13] Jane in the Passenger Seat The floorboards are wet. The heater is gusting. The skyis low; the fields blank. You'll have toask Dad that, Jane answers. The backseat does notask Dad that. It is February in New England.The destination is Trader Joe's. Jane knows that centuries ago women crossed fieldsto deliver their neighbors' children. They wore snowshoes,brought honey, rum, and butter. The snowwas stirred like their skirts. The snowwas crusted like sleep. The snow was deep. (The heat is on, Jane tells the backseat.)As the sky was low, the night was sudden.The sun, like desire, had occurred.Jane thinks of wool cloaks congregating on pegswhile the women attended travail. It was hard, it was very hard & dangerous. The motherwas under very Dangerous Circumstances,as God intended. Big house little house back house barn,Jane chants to no one. She will forgetthe pickles. She will remember butter [End Page 14] and honey. She will see her husbandstanding by a cardboard cupid,hands in the pockets of his dirty coat,staring at nothing. Soon, she tells the backseat,which is nearly true. After a night, or several, a woman emergedwith news. My wife was Delivered,a man recorded. His life — his work —resumed. The fields needed paths.The animals needed hay. The snow, the wind, the cold — nothing abated. A passenger's job is to help.Sometimes a passenger can't helpbut ask the driver what's wrong. [End Page 15] S is for Souvenir … and then, through a window, Jane saw a fox.Saw a fox and thought, Foxes are small.The fox was a dash, a vanishing fact. You only see a fox.You only have seen it. Jane at dawnwith a small thought and a tube of biscuits. [End Page 16] Jane in the Guest Room Jane wants to wear the necklace she brought: it would pleaseher mother. But everything that pleases Jane's mother is what's wrong with Jane's mother.Jane is a very attractive woman, says her mother, by which she means I need to lose ten pounds. Jane needsto lose ten needs: the need to disprove, the need to need, the need to disapprove,the need to use the dusty treadmill in her mother's basement. The necklace, like all jewelry, is meant to mean. It meansthat Jane is Jane's mother's daughter. (The need to claim.) The necklace is faceted, like a concession.The necklace is red, like a confession. Wear the necklace, Jane, Jane thinks.In the kitchen Jane's mother will be waiting. The need to hide, the need to be seen.The need to hide the need to be seen. There you are, her mother will say. The need to be right,the need to repeat. Jane's mother is right: Jane should wear more color. [End Page 17] Jennifer Habel Jennifer Habel is the author of Good Reason, winner of the Stevens Poetry Manuscript Competition. Her poems have appeared in the Believer, Gulf Coast, the Massachusetts Review, the Southeast Review, and other publications. Copyright © 2019 The University of the South
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