Thursday, August 19, 2010

CXI.

(If you have ever quit an imaginary job over an imaginary pay cut,

mistakenly taken your house's thermostat for a dial
with which to focus the windows,

written a play about the special relationship that blooms
when a withdrawn honor student is assigned to tutor
the school's basketball star,

fallen in love with the woman who plays the part
of your character's wife and bears you a child
that can communicate with rust,

been deafened by the panoply of voices in the classifieds

tied up every private detective in town with false leads,

taken photos of people saying "shut up,"

or know a place where you can get married at midnight,

then you know what I'm talking about.)

part of the poem from David Berman's book Actual Air
From Cantos for Michael Michener: Part II

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