A recurring entry on why we like the things we like, and why you might like them, too. Wonder Woman a poem by Ada Limon from The Carrying. Standing at the swell of the muddy Mississippi after the Urgent Care doctor had just said, Well, sometimes shit happens, I fell good and hard for New Orleans all over again. Pain pills swirling in the purse along with a spell for later. It’s taken a while for me to admit, I am in a raging battle with my body, a spinal column thirty-five degrees bent, vertigo that comes and goes like a DC Comics villain nobody can kill. Invisible pain is both a blessing and a curse. “You always look so happy,” said a stranger once as I shifted to my good side grinning. But that day, alone on the riverbank, brass blaring from the Steamboat Natchez, out of the corner of my eye, a girl, maybe half my age, is dressed, for no apparent reason, as Wonder Woman. She struts by in all her strength and glory, invincible, eternal, and when I stand to clap (because who wouldn’t), she bows and poses like she knew I needed the myth, —a woman, by a river, indestructible Submitted by: Ms. McGinty. From a book in our library. I don't read poetry often, but I love it when it's like this.....clapping for a random girl strutting by. Love it.
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