How I Calm Myself
Publicist and IWOSC President Flo Selfman is a poet of urban dis-harmony.
The ground shakes, the windows rattle. The cats perk up their ears
and, wide-eyed, look to me for reassurance.
"It's ok, babies," I tell them. "It's just a garbage truck."
My home office has great ventilation,
lots of windows --
lots of noise from outside.
Trash trucks, leaf
blowers, car alarms
screaming bells and
of urban dis-harmony.
And I am on deadline.
The phones are ringing. I trip over a basket of unfiled
papers. The damn computer shuts down again, bidden
by unseen forces from cyberspace.
I want to break something! The phone? The computer?
No, because then I will
have to replace it, pay for it, clean it up.
Lady! Calm down!
From the abdomen.
C. . .h...o...p...i...n...
© Flo Selfman 1997