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David Huddle: She and My Granddad

My grandfather–who died in 1970–

the year Sexual Politics was published–


called objects–screwdrivers, blow torches, trucks

–and sometimes even abstractions–winter, 


pain, time–by the singular feminine 

pronoun–she or her. For instance he would say,


I reckon she’s coming up on quitting time,

or (of a favorite hammer), I guess 


she ain’t nowhere to be found.  Kate Millett,

asked about the future of the woman’s movement, 


said, How in the hell do I know? I don’t run it, 

to which Granddad–at war with Grandmama all 


my life but drawn to women, always polite–

would have said, Yes ma’am, can’t nobody run her.

Copyright 2019 David Huddle

David Huddle’s ninth poetry collection, My Surly Heart, will appear from LSU Press later this year.

One comment on “David Huddle: She and My Granddad

  1. jfrobb
    May 21, 2019

    Wow – you got it. Somehow you got it caught in words down on paper. Perfect!

    Liked by 1 person

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