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Who Do You Say I Am
ОглавлениеTo the pissed-off colleague
I look like the cat that ate the canary,
whereas the panhandler
outside Home Depot says
I look like Drew Carey,
so I ask him for my dollar back.
The same week a drive-thru
worker swears I look exactly
like that guy who plays for the Packers,
and I remember how years ago,
an older, hairier teen cornered me
after football practice to say
You know, you’re one ugly motherfucker.
But who can really say? At the airport,
the lead vocalist for an R&B group
mistook me for the singer
of another R&B group and O
how I wanted to take her backstage.
Even the cloudless sky is blue
with longing. I remember
one time a neighbor-farmer
thought out loud I might be funny,
so dad put me to work
with the hogs and I watched
from the trees as he called for me
through outbuildings and barn,
his anger on my name.
Built anxious, I feared legion
in the swine, spooked at the sound
of shades on the stair,
had not yet learned to thrill
in becoming stranger, more
distant from myself.