What I Think My Real Self Likes
by Marjorie Saiser
She likes to stand in left field
on a day with no ball game,
only crows on thousands of blades of grass.
She likes — I think she likes —
a park at midnight,
clouds trailing over the cheeks of the moon,
showing the light, hiding it.
That kind of flirting she likes.
She grabs my to-do list
from the counter and beats me with it.
Stop making this crappy fuss,
she says, and stomps off
in her red leather boots.
I hate the sound of it, you know
what I mean: the quiet
after she slams the door.
I found this poem in The Woman in the Moon, poems by Marjorie Saiser, edited by The Backwaters Press, 2018. Information about the poet can be found here.
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I am ever in awe at the brilliance of poets. Thank you for sharing this new-to-me-poet with a most timely poem! (This poem is going in my journal! Thank you!)
This is a good one! I’ll try to remember to “stop making this crappy fuss”!
Love this! I’m thinking it’s telling me to make fewer lists and to wear my red cowboy boots more often 😄
I’m going to think “stop making this crappy fuss” every time I make a to-do list now!
Good one Kym! I made a crappy fuss today about something being deleted on the t.v. So silly!
What a fun poem. And crappy fuss!! I just looked at my library’s site to see if they have any of her books of poems, but they do not. Boo-Hoo.
I’m stuck on the title – what I THINK my real self likes … and know I lose touch with her some days.
I made a “crappy fuss” about some nonsense yesterday and I need to remind myself not to do that!
I love Marjorie Saiser’s poetry. She is local, as in she lives here in Lincoln. It’s a treat to hear her read in person. I’m glad you found her. I keep meaning to put a note on my calendar to post on The Gathering of Poetry. I had a sticky note that must have fallen off.