{"id":412,"date":"2014-12-09T09:31:26","date_gmt":"2014-12-09T14:31:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nightowl.owu.edu\/?p=412"},"modified":"2014-12-09T09:31:26","modified_gmt":"2014-12-09T14:31:26","slug":"ode-to-florida","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sites.owu.edu\/nightowl\/2014\/12\/09\/ode-to-florida\/","title":{"rendered":"Ode to Florida"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Erica Kenick<br \/>\n<br \/>\nYour Okeechobee eye didn\u2019t see us coming,<br \/>\nWalkman and pet parrot in my lap,<br \/>\nbut I spied you from the boxed-in backseat<br \/>\non the East Coast map, a swampy turtle head<br \/>\nso close to becoming your own island, our new home.<br \/>\n<br \/>\nFrom car to house and back again I trudged<br \/>\nheavy-footed behind my parents.<br \/>\nWe filled the stucco-roofed house<br \/>\nwith our Northern belongings that also<br \/>\nseemed uncomfortable with this weird air.<br \/>\n<br \/>\nThe front yard appeared prepared<br \/>\nfor catastrophe: thick-rooted palms<br \/>\nwith their sandpaper trunks,<br \/>\nthe leathery leaves of shrubs<br \/>\nlike stegosaurus scales \u2013<br \/>\neven the flowering plant only feigned delicacy,<br \/>\nits tender pink blossoms concealing thorns<br \/>\nand a toxic sap as white and fluid as milk.<br \/>\n<br \/>\nFlorida, your land is an armor of prehistoric secrets,<br \/>\nresistant to squall and neat county lines.<br \/>\n<br \/>\nOur quick settling-in created friction<br \/>\nin the atmosphere. We never knew<br \/>\nlightning until it fizzled our AC unit<br \/>\nand sent us packing to another hotel<br \/>\nour first night in town.<br \/>\n<br \/>\nEverything here is heavy and volatile;<br \/>\nthe air itself conspires to re-gift<br \/>\nmoist heat to hurricanes.<br \/>\nMy father and I would pen their arcs<br \/>\non a gridded chart, exciting galaxies<br \/>\nthat meant no school, a dark house, and living<br \/>\nconfined with the potted patio plants.<br \/>\n<br \/>\nIn adolescence, Florida, you killed my sex appeal,<br \/>\nfrizzing my hair and melting my make-up.<br \/>\nYour shores and community pools<br \/>\nforced my baby fat on premature display.<br \/>\nI would daydream about standing beneath<br \/>\nsome outrageously purple bougainvillea<br \/>\nwhere a faceless boy invited me<br \/>\nto lie down right there and take things<br \/>\nfurther. But that\u2019s as far as things went<br \/>\nbecause the grass was all wrong.<br \/>\nStabbing, inflexible, undying,<br \/>\nSt. Augustine grass, like its reformed namesake,<br \/>\ndid not condone promiscuity.<br \/>\n<br \/>\nFreshly adult and at ease, sipping caf\u00e9 con leche,<br \/>\nI eye your shore and see it as the friendly skin<br \/>\nof this country\u2019s warm sandy hand,<br \/>\never extended; a golden landing strip,<br \/>\nglittering marker of freedom for so many.<br \/>\n<br \/>\nFlorida, you are some fertile earth mother<br \/>\nAmerica does not deserve.<br \/>\nEven in suburbia where we forced<br \/>\nyour marshland dry with melaleucas, even<br \/>\nin the thicket of Miami steel and causeways,<br \/>\nsomething blooms. If the lawnmowers,<br \/>\nthe highway hum, the construction work<br \/>\nthat never stops or barely begins<br \/>\nwould rest, I would rest, too,<br \/>\nwith the sounds of water and something<br \/>\nmoving, always moving, in the Thatch Palms.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Erica Kenick Your Okeechobee eye didn\u2019t see us coming, Walkman and pet parrot in my lap, but I spied you from the boxed-in backseat on the East Coast map, a swampy turtle head so close to becoming your own island, our new home. 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