Tuesday, April 11, 2017

April 11th poem

Boat Sonnet 

My friend keeps sending me protective Marys,
and last year E. kept picking up gravel,
pressing it upon me in his small hand
with some urgency.  "Happy rock." I dated a guy
in Milwaukee who told me, "You just don't seem
as happy as you should."  You don't say?
He moved to Madison and bought a boat.
I imagine Hepburn saying, "you have to row
your own boat," but enabling Spencer Tracy, who
never divorced.  After that, though, she could wear
her white shirts & gardening trousers and go on
Dick Cavett, not giving a damn about anything.
In my daydream, I lie down in the bottom of a
boat and float away, meaning I marry my soul.

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