Impasse The dress Marcia gave Linda hangs in the balance, stranded in the middle of Marcia and Linda, Marcia having long retreated, Linda finally setting it down on this long board of shadow and light. Everything is suspended between Marcia and Linda : the muted ends of the ironing board, the iron versus the plug, the rumpled acquiescence of the dress with its hint of a grandma’s apron before the upright iron’s dead weight. One day, Linda will answer the call of the iron’s handle, swinging the pensive face into action as if moved by sudden resolve to rescue a wrinkled cry, Marcia’s yellows and greens rallying beneath the rhythm of Linda’s elbow, the ageless, ordinary grace of countless elbows before. Only then can the skirmish of necklines with the blunt-haired woman on the wall and the ragged trees mend with the glorious truth that nobody wants this dress. Janis Greve Janis Greve teaches literature at UMass Amherst, specializing in autobiography, disability studies, and service-learning. She has previously published in such places as The Florida Review, North American Review, The Berkshire Review, and more.
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