{"id":13729,"date":"2020-05-11T10:00:00","date_gmt":"2020-05-11T15:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.mcneese.edu\/thereview\/four-poems-by-eleanor-boudreau\/"},"modified":"2026-05-04T12:04:36","modified_gmt":"2026-05-04T17:04:36","slug":"four-poems-by-eleanor-boudreau","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.mcneese.edu\/thereview\/2020\/05\/11\/four-poems-by-eleanor-boudreau\/","title":{"rendered":"Earnest Postcard, Bird&#8217;s-Eye View, The Last Earnest Postcard, Elegy"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<ul class=\"wp-block-social-links is-content-justification-right is-layout-flex wp-container-core-social-links-is-layout-765c4724 wp-block-social-links-is-layout-flex\"><li class=\"wp-social-link wp-social-link-facebook  wp-block-social-link\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/profile.php?id=61556140010887\" class=\"wp-block-social-link-anchor\"><svg width=\"24\" height=\"24\" viewBox=\"0 0 24 24\" version=\"1.1\" xmlns=\"http:\/\/www.w3.org\/2000\/svg\" aria-hidden=\"true\" focusable=\"false\"><path d=\"M12 2C6.5 2 2 6.5 2 12c0 5 3.7 9.1 8.4 9.9v-7H7.9V12h2.5V9.8c0-2.5 1.5-3.9 3.8-3.9 1.1 0 2.2.2 2.2.2v2.5h-1.3c-1.2 0-1.6.8-1.6 1.6V12h2.8l-.4 2.9h-2.3v7C18.3 21.1 22 17 22 12c0-5.5-4.5-10-10-10z\"><\/path><\/svg><span class=\"wp-block-social-link-label screen-reader-text\">Facebook<\/span><\/a><\/li>\n\n<li class=\"wp-social-link wp-social-link-instagram  wp-block-social-link\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.instagram.com\/boudin_mcneese\/\" class=\"wp-block-social-link-anchor\"><svg width=\"24\" height=\"24\" viewBox=\"0 0 24 24\" version=\"1.1\" xmlns=\"http:\/\/www.w3.org\/2000\/svg\" aria-hidden=\"true\" focusable=\"false\"><path d=\"M12,4.622c2.403,0,2.688,0.009,3.637,0.052c0.877,0.04,1.354,0.187,1.671,0.31c0.42,0.163,0.72,0.358,1.035,0.673 c0.315,0.315,0.51,0.615,0.673,1.035c0.123,0.317,0.27,0.794,0.31,1.671c0.043,0.949,0.052,1.234,0.052,3.637 s-0.009,2.688-0.052,3.637c-0.04,0.877-0.187,1.354-0.31,1.671c-0.163,0.42-0.358,0.72-0.673,1.035 c-0.315,0.315-0.615,0.51-1.035,0.673c-0.317,0.123-0.794,0.27-1.671,0.31c-0.949,0.043-1.233,0.052-3.637,0.052 s-2.688-0.009-3.637-0.052c-0.877-0.04-1.354-0.187-1.671-0.31c-0.42-0.163-0.72-0.358-1.035-0.673 c-0.315-0.315-0.51-0.615-0.673-1.035c-0.123-0.317-0.27-0.794-0.31-1.671C4.631,14.688,4.622,14.403,4.622,12 s0.009-2.688,0.052-3.637c0.04-0.877,0.187-1.354,0.31-1.671c0.163-0.42,0.358-0.72,0.673-1.035 c0.315-0.315,0.615-0.51,1.035-0.673c0.317-0.123,0.794-0.27,1.671-0.31C9.312,4.631,9.597,4.622,12,4.622 M12,3 C9.556,3,9.249,3.01,8.289,3.054C7.331,3.098,6.677,3.25,6.105,3.472C5.513,3.702,5.011,4.01,4.511,4.511 c-0.5,0.5-0.808,1.002-1.038,1.594C3.25,6.677,3.098,7.331,3.054,8.289C3.01,9.249,3,9.556,3,12c0,2.444,0.01,2.751,0.054,3.711 c0.044,0.958,0.196,1.612,0.418,2.185c0.23,0.592,0.538,1.094,1.038,1.594c0.5,0.5,1.002,0.808,1.594,1.038 c0.572,0.222,1.227,0.375,2.185,0.418C9.249,20.99,9.556,21,12,21s2.751-0.01,3.711-0.054c0.958-0.044,1.612-0.196,2.185-0.418 c0.592-0.23,1.094-0.538,1.594-1.038c0.5-0.5,0.808-1.002,1.038-1.594c0.222-0.572,0.375-1.227,0.418-2.185 C20.99,14.751,21,14.444,21,12s-0.01-2.751-0.054-3.711c-0.044-0.958-0.196-1.612-0.418-2.185c-0.23-0.592-0.538-1.094-1.038-1.594 c-0.5-0.5-1.002-0.808-1.594-1.038c-0.572-0.222-1.227-0.375-2.185-0.418C14.751,3.01,14.444,3,12,3L12,3z M12,7.378 c-2.552,0-4.622,2.069-4.622,4.622S9.448,16.622,12,16.622s4.622-2.069,4.622-4.622S14.552,7.378,12,7.378z M12,15 c-1.657,0-3-1.343-3-3s1.343-3,3-3s3,1.343,3,3S13.657,15,12,15z M16.804,6.116c-0.596,0-1.08,0.484-1.08,1.08 s0.484,1.08,1.08,1.08c0.596,0,1.08-0.484,1.08-1.08S17.401,6.116,16.804,6.116z\"><\/path><\/svg><span class=\"wp-block-social-link-label screen-reader-text\">Instagram<\/span><\/a><\/li><\/ul>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\"><strong>Eleanor Boudreau<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">__________<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:20px\"><strong>Earnest Postcard<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-full\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"653\" height=\"500\" src=\"https:\/\/www.mcneese.edu\/thereview\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/37\/2020\/05\/halp-e1777851201130.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-22265\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">Dear Earnest,<br>The front of a motorcycle reminds me of my reproductive system\u2014<br>handle bars the fallopian tubes, mirrors ovaries, headlight uterus,<br>and front wheel vagina.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">Working in the barn, I fit my sweaty fingers in a glove,<br>and remember you at your cruelest,<br>\u201cGet thee to a nunnery. To a nunnery\u2014go.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">I fit my other hand in the other glove and wriggle<br>thumb to pinky.<br>In the air in front of me, a little wave\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">Say <em>bon voyage.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">I am searching for the objective,<br>I mean the objective correlative,<br>for the loss of a child that was not<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">a child\u2014and it doesn\u2019t exist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">But E, I still can\u2019t help but feel<br>I have something to say about the sonnet form.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:55px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">My heart is in two pieces.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">__________<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:20px\"><strong>Bird&#8217;s-Eye View<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">EXT. THE STREET<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">Earnest thinks shrimp don\u2019t have legs,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;and I am holding folders with kittens on them. \u201cI\u2019m a poet,\u201d<br>I say, \u201cI like poetry.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">INT. A MOVING VEHICLE<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">His lunch in a paper bag,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;his lunch on the floor beside his feet,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;the apple on top of the peanut butter sandwich,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;the sandwich being crushed\u2014see how funny it is? That sandwich is<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;absolutely crushed.<br>This is an experiment: a pair of cross-tracked lovers.<br>The shingles on the houses glisten in rain or shine.<br>On the street, people furl and unfurl their umbrellas.<br>It is raining, and as it rains, the raindrops turn around the wheels of trucks<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;and rise as mist.<br>I\u2019m dabbling in desolation, I\u2019m dabbling in debilitation.<br>A pair of cross-tracked lovers\u2014and honestly\u2014<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;who comes up with this?<br>He is going to stick his hand down my shirt when I see the plastic trash bag<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;in the road in front of us, flapping in the wind and rain, a bruised eyelid,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;and have to swerve.<br>I have been driving for a long time, and I haven\u2019t hit anyone yet, but, baby\u2014<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<em>that\u2019s dangerous.<\/em><br>I\u2019m having trouble feeling anything, and he says, \u201cYou don\u2019t seem to feel<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;pain, Eleanor.<br>You\u2019re numb and cold like some sort of lower, lower form of life.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">The shadows from the dumpsters fan out and slide down the hillside,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;and the little pebbles that make up the hillside stay<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;in their places\u2014remain motionless\u2014miles and miles<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;of hearts of stone.<br>The tarantulas on the roadway and all the little animals in the forest<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;freeze in the headlights\u2014<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;turn to stone.<br>I drive over the shadows on the highway.<br>I\u2019m terrible\u2014don\u2019t forget that\u2014I\u2019m evil and was born it,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;but, Earnest, you do not think<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;shrimp have legs.<br>This is an experiment<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;to see if I can be kind\u2014to see if I can lie\u2014<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;and I like words too much. I know all women do,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;but I\u2019m not going to lie. I am a lower, lower form of life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">EXT. RESORT PARKING LOT<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">The shingles on the cabins glisten in rain or shine.<br>This is the parking lot. This is our stop. And I get out<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;to have a cigarette. One car pulls from its parking spot<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;in the fading light; the car in front eclipses one headlight.<br>It seems like an accident that we are here together. Perhaps it is<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;an accident that we are here at all. Already, men are trying to help.<br>I know I won\u2019t be able to carry anything\u2014<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;not my suitcase, not my remembered pain, not even this thought.<br>I will be given a key. I will walk to a threshold that I will cross,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;then I\u2019ll be naked. They call this vacation.<br>They call it recreation. I will not remember what<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;the weather was, but before I give it up,<br>I point my umbrella outward and to the side and collapse<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;a single tooth. The silver ribs shut the black skin quickly. Like an eye.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">__________<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:20px\"><strong>The Last Earnest Postcard<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-full\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"549\" height=\"367\" src=\"https:\/\/www.mcneese.edu\/thereview\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/37\/2020\/05\/Capture-e1777852120752.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-22266\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.mcneese.edu\/thereview\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/37\/2020\/05\/Capture-e1777852120752.png 549w, https:\/\/www.mcneese.edu\/thereview\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/37\/2020\/05\/Capture-e1777852120752-300x201.png 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 549px) 100vw, 549px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">Dear E,<br>Last winter, the snow in sheets of laundered white,<br>this spring, the grass blades kissed and cuddled in their bed<br>with the slightest breeze<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">and I led horses named for weather\u2014Misty, Hurricane, and Twister\u2014<br>to their paddocks, fences stitched on the hillside, in Rhode Island,<br>which, you know, is not an island.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">The horses nuzzled at my shoulders<br>with their drumming, peach-skin noses. Once they were free,<br>their naked crests ran through the meadow<br>then dropped to eat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">I don\u2019t understand history, I never did. But history is<br>just motion in a summer field.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">It\u2019s been a long time, Earnest. Please forgive<br>the public nature of this postcard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:55px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">I only think of you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">__________<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"font-size:20px\"><strong>Elegy<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">There is nothing worth describing. There is<br>a perfect rectangle formed by four dogwoods, their bark<br>pinkening with the rays of a setting sun, <em>an open wound.<\/em> Their flowers<br>scraggly, white, hair above an open wound. The legs of something mutilated<br>stomach-up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">__________<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\"><strong>Eleanor Boudreau<\/strong> is a poet who has worked as a dry-cleaner and as a radio reporter. Her first book, <em>Earnest, Earnest?<\/em> (University of Pittsburgh Press, 2020), won the Agnes Lynch Starrett Poetry Prize. Her poems have appeared in <em>American Poetry Review<\/em>, <em>Tin House<\/em>, <em>Barrow Street<\/em>, <em>Waxwing<\/em>, <em>Willow Springs<\/em>, <em>FIELD<\/em>, <em>Copper Nickel<\/em>, and other journals. She is <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/EleanorBoudreau\">@EleanorBoudreau<\/a> on Twitter and <a href=\"https:\/\/www.instagram.com\/ebpoet\/\">@ebpoet<\/a> on Instagram. Her website is <a href=\"http:\/\/www.eleanorboudreau.com\">www.eleanorboudreau.com<\/a>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>__________<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\">\n<figure class=\"alignleft size-full\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"438\" height=\"211\" src=\"https:\/\/www.mcneese.edu\/thereview\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/37\/2024\/01\/boudin-logo-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-15484\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.mcneese.edu\/thereview\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/37\/2024\/01\/boudin-logo-1.jpg 438w, https:\/\/www.mcneese.edu\/thereview\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/37\/2024\/01\/boudin-logo-1-300x145.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 438px) 100vw, 438px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center has-large-font-size\">&lt;&lt; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.mcneese.edu\/thereview\/2020\/04\/27\/from-the-labor-cafe-in-warsaw-by-jeffrey-alfier\/\">Back<\/a> <a href=\"https:\/\/www.mcneese.edu\/thereview\/2020\/06\/15\/two-poems-by-court-castanos\/\">Next<\/a> &gt;&gt;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\">To learn more about submitting your work to <em><a href=\"https:\/\/www.mcneese.edu\/thereview\/boudin-submissions\/\">Boudin<\/a><\/em> or applying to McNeese State University&#8217;s Creative Writing <a href=\"https:\/\/www.mcneese.edu\/thereview\/mfa-application-submissions\/\">MFA program<\/a>, please visit Submissions for details.<\/p>\n\n\n<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Eleanor Boudreau __________ Earnest Postcard Dear Earnest,The front of a motorcycle reminds me of my reproductive system\u2014handle bars the fallopian tubes, mirrors ovaries, headlight uterus,and front wheel vagina. Working in the barn, I fit my sweaty fingers in a glove,and remember you at your cruelest,\u201cGet thee to a nunnery. 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