Lately I have been with obsessed with the sonnet—all it can hold within those 14 lines. So many variations of the sonnet (Coleman, Hayes, Hamby, just to name a few!)…Enter Aaron Smith who uses the same end word—sissy—all the way through….
Sissy
I can’t remember my dad calling me a sissy,
but he definitely told me not to be a sissy.
I secretly (or not so secretly) liked all the sissy
things. We had a hunting dog named Sissy.
Really: Sissy. My father nicknamed my sister: Sissy.
Still, he says, “How’s Sissy?” and calls her Sissy
when she goes home to visit him. Belinda (Sissy)
is one of the toughest people I know. My sissy
(sister) has kicked someone’s ass, which isn’t sissy-
ish, I guess, though I want to redefine sissy
into something fabulous, tough, tender, “sissy-
tough.” Drag queens are damn tough and sissies.
I’m pretty fucking tough and a big, big sissy,
too. And kind. Tough and kind and happy: a sissy.
You can hear Aaron read the poem here:
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Author: Denise Duhamel
