Frederick Seidel at home in New York, 2009 |
AMERICAN
My
face had been sliced off
And lay there on the ground like a washcloth
With my testicles and penis
Next to it.
The car had Wyoming plates.
I'd been to Colorado but not Wyoming,
Which I gather is beautiful.
The other one I hadn't seen was Utah.
Someone had carefully cut under it and lifted it off,
I suppose to obliterate the identity,
Except had left it out in the open.
It looked like a latex glove but also someone's face.
She told me she had always loved me.
I was the happy ending of a fairy tale.
She would recognize my penis anywhere,
Even on the ground.
And lay there on the ground like a washcloth
With my testicles and penis
Next to it.
The car had Wyoming plates.
I'd been to Colorado but not Wyoming,
Which I gather is beautiful.
The other one I hadn't seen was Utah.
Someone had carefully cut under it and lifted it off,
I suppose to obliterate the identity,
Except had left it out in the open.
It looked like a latex glove but also someone's face.
She told me she had always loved me.
I was the happy ending of a fairy tale.
She would recognize my penis anywhere,
Even on the ground.
Frederick Seidel, Poems 1959-2009, Farrar, Straus and Giroux, N.Y. 2013. Compratelo con un click mi raccomando.