A Poem, by Eric Rasmussen
“I am Jane Goodall,”
Sonia is writing down instructions
Grace is a word with five heavy letters
And have you been looking at smut?
Your heart like a nut graph
Coming too early in the newspaper story
A punchline anywhere else is not a punchline
Just a punch
No, I said your heart was like a nut. Hard, cold
And likely hexagonal
She opens the browser. She browses.
There are three wishes I had when I started this line
Now I’ll be lucky to remember one.
That’s what a poem is—a thought trying to catch itself.
I am Jane Goodall
We have one coffee cup and one press
Let there be Buffalos between us
I’d like just a word. A conjunction