There are a "few" of Sherman Alexie's poems offered "free" out on the net. At one point last year I posted ALL of them in on fell swoop, but that was over 1,000 postings ago. I would like to revisit his work, one poem at a time; and since I am the honcho for this site--I will make it so:
Glenn Buttkus
Poverty of Mirrors
You wake these mornings alone and nothing
can be forgiven; you drink the last
swallow of warm beer from the can
beside the bed, tell the stranger sleeping
on the floor to go home. It's too easy
to be no one with nothing to do, only
slightly worried about the light bill
more concerned with how dark day gets.
You walk alone on moist pavement wondering
what color rain is in the country.
Does the world out there revolve around rooms
without doors or windows? Centering the mirror
you found in the trash, walls seem closer
and you can never find the right way
out, so you open the fridge again
for a beer, find only rancid milk and drink it
whole. This all tastes too familar.
Copyright ©1992 Sherman Alexie
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