Five Points, Vol. 5 No. 2Winter 2001
From Gail Godwin, “You have to be very honest with yourself, almost visceral.”
Wanting to Steal Time
People are moving big milk cans around in
The storeroom, and I am there. Each day I move
Barrels full of nothing to a different spot.
I want to charge you for the rustmarks on my pants.
When greed comes by, I hitch a ride on the truck.
You’ll see nothing but my backside for miles.
Every noon as the clock hands arrive at twelve,
I want to tie the two arms together.
And walk out of the bank carrying time in bags.
Don’t bother to associate poets with saints
Or extraordinary beings. People like us have already
Hired someone to weep for our parents.
We have a taste for ignorance, and a fondness
For the mediocre dressed up as fame. We love
To go with Gogol looking for dead souls.
Counting up the twelve syllables in a line
Could make us allies of the precise Egyptians
Whose armies were swallowed by the Red Sea.