There are some things you start,
and then you finish,
like the day in May you sat overdue
on the couch eating an apple and felt a
ping inside like a plucked guitar
string. The next thing you knew,
you held a red, steaming infant in your
arms in a strange cold city known for its faded
lilacs and fiber optics and Erie Canal that
chugged right through it. You kept your eye on the canal
constantly for signs of your future. You were vigilant.
“Is it a girl?”” you asked your husband.
“Yes,” he said. “Are you sure?” you asked.
He checked. “I’m sure.”
There are some things you start,
and then you finish, like
the summer you were fourteen and
worked the sunflower fields in Minnesota
for $4.25 an hour. You rode in a pickup bed
with migrant workers and your brown lunch bag
full of Pop Tarts and potato chips and a thermos of red
Kool Aid your mom had plunked full of ice.
“Decapitate the females,” the crewman said.
He presented you with a curved blade on a long
stick. “Only the females.” He assigned each of you
a row and dropped you off at the end of them like
sacks of feed. The sunflowers were taller than you,
taller than your trailer house, taller than your town.
You took the females down by their green, hairy necks,
cleanly and without fanfare. Each broad sunny
face fell behind you with a thud,
and you never looked back.
Things You Start
Anne Panning is the author the memoir Dragonfly Notes: On Distance and Loss, as well as two short story collections and the novel Butter. She has won The Flannery O’Connor Award for Short Fiction which was selected as a New York Times Editors’ Choice . She’s currently working on her second memoir about her late father, a barber and addict. She has published in places such as Brevity (5x), The Kenyon Review, Prairie Schooner, Quarterly West, River Teeth, etc. She teaches creative writing at SUNY-Brockport. Her website is www.annepanning.com.