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Poetry | September 2012

Animation Moms

By Karen Braucher

In forlorn January, I sit with other
         mothers of The Unusual
in semi-darkness, an alternative film class for kids.
Drowsy, sick of motherhood’s fringe status, I’m
         saved by animation–
the children’s paper cutouts instantly turned
         to motion by the teacher/film director, our saint.

With twenty-first century technology, my daughter’s
         crimped, arthritic dragon
flies above autumnal trees, flapping his wings,
         undulating his spiked tail.
Almost graceful. Like our finger-tapping boys & girls
         in dark glasses and knitted ear flaps,
taken off Ritalin or Prozac, allowed to be floppy, jittery.

On the teacher’s film screen, their objects jiggle & scatter,
         their humanoids flitter, cartwheel, limp. Like our hope.

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