April 7, 2008

"What It Takes to Be Lois Lane" by Celia Lisset Alvarez

Celia Lisset AlvarezCelia Lisset Alvarez has been living in Miami, Florida, almost all her life, since her parents emigrated from Cuba after the Castro revolution. She has two collections of poetry, The Stones (Finishing Line Press, 2006) and Shapeshifting (Spire Press, 2006), winner of the 2005 Spire Press Poetry Award. “What It Takes to Be Lois Lane” appears in the recently released anthology Letters to the World (Red Hen Press, 2008), a collection of poems from the University of Southern Maine’s Women’s Poetry List, affectionately known as “Wom-po” to its hundreds of members from throughout the world.

What It Takes to Be Lois Lane

At twenty-one she graduated magna cum laude

with a degree in English. Her first apartment

had a leaky faucet that kept her up nights

and a view of the bridge to Metropolis.

Her shoes pinched as she walked

handing over typed carbon copies of her resume

explaining once again that she was not interested

in the secretary position, although she was

good at steno and really appreciated

that comment about her legs.

Late nights with the stray cat

who got in through the fire escape

(she called him Elroy), she looked

out the window and dreamed of uncovering

corruption in the city government.

Her first week at the Daily Planet

they made her get coffee for the fellas,

and assigned her a story on the Junior League.

Writing back to Sam and Ella, she asked

about the weather in Pittsdale, said hello to Lucy,

and could you please send a little money,

although I’m doing just fine.

When those naked pictures Jimmy Olsen took

somehow wound up in Playboy, she went missing

for three days. Some say they saw her with Lex Luthor

in Detroit, sipping screwdrivers and go-go dancing

around the Metro area in white cowboy boots.

At work in her ruffled collar and solid pumps

she looked only at her typewriter. Promptly at five,

she walked into the phonebooth, closed the door,

and screamed for fifteen minutes. Nights with Elroy

and the faucet, she meditated on her chakras, placing

the green crystal Lex gave her on her flat,

grumbling navel.


Throughout the month of April, National Poetry Month, poets from the Caribbean and South Florida will be featured on this blog.

1 comment:

Richard said...

That is a wonderful poem. Perfect.