Thursday, August 20, 2009

remembering the prostitute in new york

From Poetry Daily:

Remembering the Prostitute in New York

Today I learned some lizards eat baby monkeys,
and am better for it, because I've been noticing
some things. Like, the older I get, the more
I resemble a baby monkey, wrinkled and hairless, small,

and lizards seem to be all around me.
The special on PBS showed one, a baby monkey,
get snatched by a lizard. It made me
feel like closing my eyes for a long time.

Next, the camera zoomed to a special, red-faced monkey
safe in a tree. I thought, my wife.
Next, one with a yellow mustache.
I thought, me again.

Tonight is part two and I'm excited to make my little connections.
For example, its preview showed a flat-faced monkey
with what looked like blue eye shadow. Immediately
I remembered the prostitute in New York.


Joe Betz

Michigan Quarterly Review
Summer 2009

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