"On Being Marginalized," by Hayden Carruth
On Being Marginalized
by Hayden Carruth
That's what the lady said. Said it right
Out, loud and clear. Said, "You've been mar-
Ginalized." Well, thanks. "It's too bad,"
She said. Oh, you bet your freakin' elbow
It's too bad. And what's that I hear behind
My head? Palm fronds creaking? Is this
Friday's footprint? A sad castaway is what
I am, looking everywhere for a bottle, not
The one with a message, but the one with a
Nice drink of cyanide. Here's to you, lady.
So long. May you choke on that martini.
From The American Poetry Review
by Hayden Carruth
That's what the lady said. Said it right
Out, loud and clear. Said, "You've been mar-
Ginalized." Well, thanks. "It's too bad,"
She said. Oh, you bet your freakin' elbow
It's too bad. And what's that I hear behind
My head? Palm fronds creaking? Is this
Friday's footprint? A sad castaway is what
I am, looking everywhere for a bottle, not
The one with a message, but the one with a
Nice drink of cyanide. Here's to you, lady.
So long. May you choke on that martini.
From The American Poetry Review