Monday, February 6, 2023

Prose Poem: Sarah Nassauer Sells Me Crampons.

 



so i went into walmart

just to look around.

sometimes i get lonely

and like to drift along. 

like a Chinese spy balloon.

it was there i ran into

Sarah Nassauer. the reporter.

she was behind a counter,

selling things.

there was a gleam in her

eye 

that boded no good to anyone

who wanted to keep their money

that day.

"Hi, Sarah" I said to her.

"I'm not buying anything today."

"Just looking."

she didn't speak. not a word.

she just looked at me.

and suddenly i wanted to buy things.

lots of things. 

she's got that hypnotic knack.

she picked it up while in

Paris.

Paris, Texas.

where they make the soup.

so i bought a pair of crampons

from her.

which will come in handy

this winter.

the doctor tells me i'm

losing too much calcium.

my bones will get hollow 

and brittle.

if i fall down i'll shatter like

a pane of glass.

i am terrified of going out

on snowy days. 

but i asked Sarah Nassauer

if she would like to take a walk.

she answered "Oui."

so i guess i'm stuck.

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