Fragments 42-49 [by Alan Ziegler]

42. “Alan Ziegler, Author of Pierre Menard, Author of Don Quixote”
    
43. A lone white horse wags its tail on the outskirts of Chamoux…

44. Sealed condom in the pocket of jacket inherited from my father. After exploring possibilities I remember he worked in a motel….

45. Always the man hand-rolling bagels at a table in the small shop in Penn Station, his face as round as a bagel, never looking at the dough, eyes peeled on the ever-changing line of faces, once or twice a week mine….

46. I haven’t seen her in five years and the first thing she says: “Is that a new shirt?” Yes.

47. Patient on the children’s ward at the Vermont State Hospital, periodically punches himself in the face and says, “Oooch!”….

48. We order cheeseburgers. She brings hamburgers. Before we can say anything, she looks at the plates and says, “I spaced on the cheese….”

49. The little boy points to the author picture on the book I bring to class and says, “That looks like you.” I reply, “It is me.” He looks again and says, “It doesn’t look like you.”

Comments

[The Best American Poetry]

Love it, Alan. - DL

[Erin]

Love these.