Thirteen Ways of Being Looked At By A Possum
May 1, 2008
In honor of the return of www.everettemaddox.org, the poem this little outpost was named for.
THIRTEEN WAYS OF BEING LOOKED AT BY A POSSUM
1
I awake, three in the morning, sweating
from a dream of possums.
I put my head under the fuzzy swamp of cover.
At the foot of darkness two small eyes glitter.
2
Rain falls all day: I remain indoors.
For comfort I take down a favorite volume.
Inside, something slimy, like a tail, wraps around
my finger.
3
Hear the bells clang at the fire station:
not hoses, but the damp noses of possums issue
forth.
4
Passing the graveyard at night
I wish the dead would remain dead,
but there is something queer and shaggy about these
mounds.
5
From the grey pouch of a cloud
the moon hangs by its tail.
6
At the cafeteria they tell me they are out of
persimmons.
I am furious. Who is that grey delegation
munching yellow fruit at the long table?
7
I reach deep into my warm pocket
to scratch my balls; but I find, instead,
another pocket there; and inside, a small possum.
8
My friend’s false teeth clatter in the darkness
on a glass shelf;
around them a ghostly possum forms.
9
At an art gallery the portraits seem to threaten me;
tails droop down out of the frames.
10
I screech to a stop at the red light.
Three o’clock, school’s out:
eight or ten juvenile possums fill the crosswalk.
11
Midnight at Pasquale’s. I lift my fork,
and the hard tails looped there
look curiously unlike spaghetti.
12
When I go to the closet to hang my shirt on the rack,
I have to persuade several possums to move over.
13
Drunk, crawling across a country road tonight,
I hear a shriek, look up, and am paralyzed
by fierce headlights and a grinning grill.
I am as good as gone!
May 2, 2008 at 3:53 am
finally found something i like, thanks for bothering !
July 19, 2008 at 10:44 pm
I loved this, as a person can only have strange relations with possums. It’s odd, their way of invading pockets, perches, and stoops.
September 27, 2008 at 8:18 pm
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