ISSUE: Autumn 2003
I knew this without waking:
my boat had slipped its anchor.
It was yellow, rented to me
by two gay men and their cat.
They begged me to clean up
after their cat, but I had to say no.
I had obligations. Was I a teacher
or student? In any case
unprepared, though
I presented a shard of pottery
as my final senior project.
“It fell off the couch;
the ocean is rough going
this time of year.”
I could get away with this
because it was a skillful shard,
made in multicolored clay.
Once I lived without excuses.
I had “inner resources”
and no one could accuse me of sloth.
Now with one working finger
I dial up my best friend
who is fat but has a beau.
Where is my beau?
Would you like a few
more pillows, says the slighter
of the two gay men. No,
but another glass of water please.
He wears a fisherman’s cap.
My boat has become a bed.
My bed has slipped its anchor.
my boat had slipped its anchor.
It was yellow, rented to me
by two gay men and their cat.
They begged me to clean up
after their cat, but I had to say no.
I had obligations. Was I a teacher
or student? In any case
unprepared, though
I presented a shard of pottery
as my final senior project.
“It fell off the couch;
the ocean is rough going
this time of year.”
I could get away with this
because it was a skillful shard,
made in multicolored clay.
Once I lived without excuses.
I had “inner resources”
and no one could accuse me of sloth.
Now with one working finger
I dial up my best friend
who is fat but has a beau.
Where is my beau?
Would you like a few
more pillows, says the slighter
of the two gay men. No,
but another glass of water please.
He wears a fisherman’s cap.
My boat has become a bed.
My bed has slipped its anchor.