MARY BENNET

Mary Bennet is awkwardly picking at the pianoforte
with much clumsy enthusiasm, smirking behind her half-moons
even as she imagines massacring everyone in the drawing room
and running off to the Scottish Highlands
to be a brigand queen.

Mary Bennet, neglected and unmarriageable,
punished for her self-assuredness and forgotten; a dangerous
mistake on Austen’s part, her silent futility conceals
a red hot magma of passions and fantasies

bubbling near the surface.

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