Dictionary Poem

I love teaching people how to use a dictionary,
watch them get faster than out-of-practice me,

watch them learn ambivalent or incarceration,
use them in their own new sentences. I teach men

and women in jail how to annotate a text,
underline the words that they don’t know yet,

look them up in dictionaries I bring in for them to keep. Indigo,
heftcobblesostensibly: words they learn while we go

through stories, essays, poems. Kings used to make
water magic by pouring it over carved tablets, then take

the water in their mouths to make carved words come true.
These students run their fingers over the lines, move

their lips to make the words belong to them:
allurebillowgypsumjoistResentment and regret.

—Jill McDonough

Jill McDonough, a three-time winner of the Pushcart Prize, is a former Stegner, Cullman Center, Lannan, and NEA fellow. She teaches in the MFA program at the University of Massachusetts, Boston, and in two Boston jails.