Friday Poem

Abandoning the Mechanical

—for my friends, the professors

It is sometimes this business
of having
to keep talking

I hear myself
making painful sounds
spinning and splattering
like a car
caught in the slush

I just want to
walk away, but I have
this fear
of needing to cover
so much desolate ground.

by Lou Lipsitz
from Seeking the Hook
Signal Books 1997