When people say they miss me, I think how much I miss me too, Me, the old me, the great me, Lover of three women in one day, Modest me, the best me, friend To waiters and bartenders, hearty Laugher and name rememberer, Proud me, handsome and hirsute In soccer shoes
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I Know A Few Things
Old bells wake me up At ten, then the wing snaps Of pigeons skirting the courtyard Bring me to the window, Where the young cosmeticians In their very clean outfits On break check their phones And smoke and laugh among Their number and roll Their beautiful made-up Eyes at me when from above I wish all three of them A good day, then one flicks An ash and blinks twice, Another takes a deep drag, And the third continues To answer the message Her father sent from home, Concerning the death Of the family cow, So white and brown.
Stuart Dischell is the author of Backwards Days (Penguin, 2007), Dig Safe (Penguin, 2003), Evenings & Avenues (Penguin, 1996), and Good Hope Road (Viking, 1993), winner of the National Poetry Series.