She chased everything,
a traitor into her mouth, rolled down,
lit up, unzipped, as reverently as any priest:
Wrapped around the body was music, soft rush
turned up to almost hear that female wilderness,
that sunny girl the power the batteries
the action wrapping the cord around truth:
She suspected voices, shelter against smoke.
Of course, a minute came and she felt music.
Mother told her
In the end, you always run off the edge.
This is an erasure poem. Source Material: King, Stephen. The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon. New York: Pocket, 1999. 47-50. Print.
E. Kristin Anderson has been published widely in magazines. She’s also the author of seven chapbooks, including A Guide for the Practical Abductee; Fire in the Sky; and Pray, Pray, Pray: Poems I wrote to Prince in the middle of the night. Based in Austin, TX, Kristin is an editor and designer at Red Paint Hill and was formerly a poetry editor at Found Poetry Review. Once upon a time she worked at The New Yorker.