Scott Davidson
Wonder Twin
Sister and I still speak with our minds. My other powers are gone without her,
gone the flourish of transformation – epic glacier, steam of reprisal, all the possible
forms of water. Now what’s left is nearly invisible. Shimmer of heat, you’d
have to know I was there in the road. Jayna was any creature she wanted. We
couldn’t help but hear the whispers, toddler heroes, pawns of marketing,
general cultural fawning over youth. You must have watched our show
after school. Behind this table, signing my name to pajama tops, I am you
at a time you’ve perfected, when you were in training to be larger than life.
Sister and I still speak with our minds. My other powers are gone without her,
gone the flourish of transformation – epic glacier, steam of reprisal, all the possible
forms of water. Now what’s left is nearly invisible. Shimmer of heat, you’d
have to know I was there in the road. Jayna was any creature she wanted. We
couldn’t help but hear the whispers, toddler heroes, pawns of marketing,
general cultural fawning over youth. You must have watched our show
after school. Behind this table, signing my name to pajama tops, I am you
at a time you’ve perfected, when you were in training to be larger than life.
Scott Davidson grew up in Montana, worked for the Montana Arts Council as a Poet in the Schools, and – after most of two decades in Seattle – lives with his wife in Missoula. His poems have appeared in Southwest Review, Hotel Amerika, terrain.org, Bright Bones: Contemporary Montana Writing, and the Permanent Press anthology Crossing the River: Poets of the Western United States.