KIT FRICK
The Husband, Discovered, A Letter to Two Beloveds
No one sets out to be Alsace-Lorraine. But it happens. Caught
between nations, shuttling alliances. In truth, I have loved
these thirty years, gorged on love, and I am not sorry
for myself. Susan, you should hate me, and cannot, and this
is a hard thing. Shut, no slam, no words to talk back to.
Lilies,
caress, Tupperware: these I know well from you. These I miss
more than anything. I pace around an unknown block in a new
part of town. A stray dog sniffs my shoe while I am on the phone
with you, Carol: words cannot capture the rupture in my heart:
galactic. Cheeseball. I cannot make the words work, straighten out
my tongue. Could it have been different in Montana, wider,
more sky? Could I have been a new man, put a stake in it,
bunkered down for winter? Loves, forgive me, I am unmapped.
Kit Frick was born and raised in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Her work
has been previously published in
Sarah Lawrence Review and
The Looking Glass.
She received her BA from Sarah Lawrence College and is currently Editor in Chief of
the
Journal of Student Affairs at New York University, where she is an administrator
and MA candidate. She was the 2004 recipient of the Lori Hertzberg Prize for Creativity
and was one of four student organizers for the first annual
Sarah Lawrence College Poetry Festival.
(
kit.frick@gmail.com)