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Column 638

Porcupine

Intro by Ted Kooser
06.11.2017

Kel­ly Madi­gan lives in Nebras­ka and this poem is from her book, The Edge of Known Things, from Stephen F. Austin Uni­ver­si­ty Press. Did you think that you were all that dif­fer­ent from a por­cu­pine? Well, poet­ry reach­es for and seizes upon con­nec­tions, and here’s an exam­ple of that. 

Porcupine

You think we are the pointed argument,
the man drunk at the party showing off
his gun collection, the bed of nettles.
 
What we really are is hidden from you:
girl weeping in the closet among her stepfather's boots;
tuft of rabbit fur caught in barbed wire; body of the baby
in the landfill; boy with the shy mouth playing his guitar
at the picnic table, out in the dirt yard.
 
We slide into this world benign and pliable,
quills pressed down smooth over back and tail.
Only one hour here stiffens the barbs into thousands
of quick retorts. Everything this well-guarded
remembers being soft once.

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We do not accept unsolicited submissions. American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2013 by Kelly Madigan, “Porcupine,” from The Edge of Known Things, (Stephen F. Austin University Press, 2013). Poem reprinted by permission of Kelly Madigan and the publisher. Introduction copyright © 2024 by The Poetry Foundation.