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perhaps more aptly, silk and satin. She arrived fully formed, with a scarlet letter already<br />
embossed on her ample chest, the seeds of her symbolic birth and reinvention having<br />
been sown from adultery, abortion, and ashes. But first she was born, innocently enough,<br />
out of both the illusion and disillusion of magic, and a dogged and desperate attempt to<br />
recapture it.<br />
Magic Lantern<br />
Forget what you know about faded stars,<br />
about curiosities and relics.<br />
This is about magic.<br />
Back when there was such a thing,<br />
my father made a living<br />
as a lanternist. I’d go with him<br />
to the Imperial where between comedy reels<br />
he’d show glass slides of the Taj Mahal<br />
or lovers kissing in a Venetian gondola …<br />
To be in limelight is to become incandescent<br />
in the alchemy of dangerous gas and mineral, to smolder<br />
in another’s mind or heart. I would have risked setting<br />
myself on fire, if it meant the world could see me better.<br />
Children are, of course, masters of make-believe, and Lyla’s imagination was doubly<br />
indulged by the shadow puppets that her magic-making father entertained her with (I<br />
never feared the shadows cavorting / in my room—nanny-goats and vultures / jellyfish<br />
and centaurs—nor the hands / that made them. They hardly seemed / related, father’s<br />
contorted fingers, a witch / riding a broom, a bear on a swing). Interestingly, the shape<br />
that becomes most emblazoned in her mind is a snake, giving rise to the recurring Snake<br />
Man, with all its implications of shedding skins and original sin, who appears as her guru,<br />
guide, and manager (Your name doesn’t suit you. One day you’ll be called something<br />
else). But was a childhood drenched in phantasm enough to pacify the reality of a peevish<br />
and vindictive mother who seemed to rue her very existence and, in fact, “grew to hate<br />
the very sight” of her? It is against this silkscreen of ambiguity that Lyla Dore begins<br />
both her descent and ascent, remaking herself not by design, but out of necessity.<br />
Mother was pregnant five times before I came along.<br />
None of them lived to see the world.<br />
It was as though she found me perverse<br />
to have made a home where none could thrive before.<br />
So, too, it is a misbegotten birth that provides the theme for the pivotal poem in Grimm’s<br />
collection, one whose Dickensian title practically tells the whole story: “I Wasn’t<br />
Pregnant, Dr. Moore Explained, Merely Late and This Procedure, While Painful, Would<br />
Resolve the Matter of Lyla Dore.” Having seduced the physician next door whose<br />
children she is tasked with caring for, a woman named Lyla Dore is born in the place and