Pluto Reclassified

It all comes down to
the wonder of what
more can be
snatched away from us.

I like this statement. It begs the question, do we shape our world or does our world shape us? – Kyle Austin, age 24

My very educated mother
just served us nothing…
No more pickles or pork-chops
or pudding. Not even plums.
It’s now just the last stop
on the Copernican A-train,
before the vacancy sign
at our universe’s edge.

I love the reference to Copernicus and the vast emptiness that is encompassed so casually in these lines. -Patricia Schlutt, age 18

There’s no time to
give her your number.
No chance to utter
an eloquent goodbye.

Does this refer to the educated mother or the changing nature of reclassification? The duality that can be interpreted from this stanza seems to be a resonating theme throughout the poem. -Sarah Branz, age 21

The next time you
see her she’ll be
appearing live from
the Tiki Lounge in
some beach town,
translating drink orders
for the summer
Mexican boys who work
the tarps in the
orchards. She’ll have
a coconut bra
thematically stowed

The image of the coconut bra stowed away in her jacket is a stark way to show what people can be reduced to as a matter of course, because even things or people that are once elevated still face the threat of being taken down. -Laura Crouch, age 20

in her jacket pocket to
give to the barmaid if the
ceiling is high enough for
dancing on the bar.

These images are so encompassing of this girl! I love that the poem ends with “if the ceiling is high enough for dancing on the bar.” It just doesn't seem very important, even to the girl in the poem, just a passing detail, but the poet thought it was important enough to have as the final thought of the poem. There's some mystery in that. -Patricia Schlutt, age 18
This poem is very disorienting, which helps illustrate the idea that things are changing all of the time, even things that were once thought to be universal truths. It keeps the reader at bay, but draws him/her in at the same time. -Sarah Branz, age 21
Through the 3rd Eye was supported in its inception by the Grand Rapids Humanities Council and is currently made possible by continued volunteer effort and private support. Copyright 2013.