The word: Jealousy
One of my first jobs out of college was writing the SparkNotes for the Harry Potter series, which means I can match anyone in the world for Harry Potter trivia. I met this stranger at the Discovery Center of Idaho, which featured an exhibit on “fizziology”. Jax was working the front desk, and she had a Harry Potter tattoo (for curious fans, it was of the Deathly Hallows.) When I asked for a word, she said either jealousy or envy—she had been thinking recently about the difference.
The Stranger: Jax
Her Word: Jealousy
The poem I wrote:
It began with jealousy over dirt:
whose was root-richer and subject
to the most sun. That mortal winter
when the fog settled in,
the trees in our neighborhood
developed a habit: they’d squat
over each other’s houses,
grab the roof by the chimney
and shake it, holding tight
like a vampire’s teeth
until the sun came.
Nobody thought anything
until the girls on our street
began acting out a strange fidelity to trees.
These girls – so smart and so broken –
hardened. They went silent
and their bark flecked off and smelled
like vanilla. We called the doctors,
not seeing these amazing signs of life.
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