~This poem was
previously published in River Styx
(2011).
Done
she'd heard I had
an agent & asked me to dinner
& I ate
the dinner with
her & she'd heard I'd lived
in only one room & asked
if she could
see it & I said the couple
who owned the house with the room
forbade visitors
since they wanted to keep
their 2 small
daughters from even the sound
of what people who lived
in one room did with people willing
to visit
but it was now well
past the daughters'
bedtime & the house proved dark
the couple presumably
upstairs & I'd grown tired
of myself in the room
so I whispered "let's time our
footfalls" & soon we were
in & I closed the door
turned on the light
she stepped to my desk
read a letter
from the agent
removed her blouse
pants
bra
got on the bed
on her hands
& knees slid the panties
down her thighs
whispered to say she cared
only about whether I
liked it which made it harder
to like
through most of it I felt
used & sure I'd end up
homeless & when I was
done she stood
upright & dressed facing away
turned
kissed my mouth &
tiptoed out
that agent never selling
a word of mine
those 2 daughters maybe
now married & divorced
perhaps about to learn how
it can all happen
in one room
*****
THE STORY BEHIND THE
POEM
Numerous poets have told
me, sometimes angrily, that I'm no poet--too much
narrative, they say, line breaks that break line-breaking rules, no
workshop experience in poetry, apparent failure to read the
masters--& for me now, okay, sure, fine, these naysaying
poets have probably always been correct. I do not have the soul of a
poet-in-2014; probably I should also mention that poetry, when I
wrote it, was often just a quiet place to hide when the fiction game
became unbearable. "Done" sort of exemplifies this, no? For calling
it poetry, I apologize to any & all generous enough to read it all the way
through.
*****
ABOUT MARK WISNIEWSKI
Mark Wisniewski's third novel, Watch
Me Go (Penguin Putnam, January 2015), has received early praise from
Salman Rushdie, Daniel Woodrell, Rebecca Makkai, and Ben Fountain. His short
fiction has won a Pushcart Prize and appeared in Best American Short
Stories. His poems have appeared in The Iowa Review and Poetry.
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