First lady of the environment
~Danielle DevereauxThe lounge for famous people who’ve made it to heaven has an open bar, faux-leather sofas, and a wide-screen TV. Most nights there are fights over who gets the flicker, arguments about
syndicated reruns, the merits of Technicolor, but everyone loves an awards show. Al Gore gets an Oscar, and the gamblers put money on Rachel Carson. The next pop culture
comeback, First Lady of the Environment. She pays it no mind, until Che Guevara stands before her, takes her hand in his, nods discreetly toward Pocahontas.
“Miss Carson,” he says, “If Disney makes a movie, you must never watch it.” He is wearing a yellow Che T-shirt. Pocahontas has taken to haunting
landfills, rescuing plastic Pocahontas Barbies. She washes their long hair, their slim bodies the colour of whisky. Knits miniature sweaters and long underwear,
stitches tiny patchwork skirts. Tucks each doll snug, beneath a buffalo hide blanket. Rachel has heard her humming lullabies at night.
Rachel Carson over for tea: read it in Quarc.
Danielle Devereaux’s chapbook, Cardiogram, will be published by Baseline Press this fall. She lives in St. John’s.
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