with Mary Martin as Peter Pan,
visible harness and all. Jumped off rocks,
then trees. Only one broken
bone to show for suspended disbelief.
Dreamed of wings sprouting
from shoulder blades, toes webbing like
the swan brothers in Anderson’s tale.
She would be one of them, willed herself not
to bleed, to stop breasts from budding,
hips from curving. Not the sister on shore,
sewing nettle coats with bloody
fingers. She would not be sentenced to earth
with one wing.