The Year Fellowship Comes Out
The year Fellowship comes out,
so do I. Wet and pink and five
hours late, already unimpressed
with the pace of things. My dad
takes me to see it in theaters
and I sleep the entire time. Nine-
teen years from now, I will watch
these movies again, fresh off a
second embryonic journey, this one
as unexpected as the first. Then,
I will despise the good folk of the
Shire: their lack of gratitude, their
happy ignorance. Hatefully, I will
think, how could you ever return?
Worse, you should have let them
burn. Two years after that, I will
be back in the Shire myself, load-
ing the dishwasher like all peaceful
people do. What is the difference
between forgiving and forgetting?
I won't know for a while yet. For
now, I am asleep on my dad's chest,
riding the rise and fall of his breath
as armies clash before him. In—and
out. In—and out. "The Year Fellowship Comes Out" was originally published in an issue of the Columbia University South Asian Feminisms Alliance (SAFA) zine.
By Jane McBride
Biography:
Jane McBride (she/her) is a graduate of Columbia University in New York City where she now works as a library assistant. Originally from the heart of the Rockies in Colorado, she spends her time writing fantasy novels, curating playlists, and solving crosswords. Her poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in After Happy Hour!, Blue Marble Review, Quarto Literary Magazine, and elsewhere. You can find her rambling about writing at janemcbride.substack.com.
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