Thursday, May 10, 2007

A Work Poem: Tutorial

the first one comes for help in math
shirt open to his belly
I count the sprouts of hair on his chest (six)
notice his choker of hickies
and give him more work in fractions

the second has a crooked heart
that a friend worked into her skin
with a blue Bic pen:
she does not understand
subjects and verbs

sometimes I think I am losing
my touch for this kind of work
red pen in hand at the end of
a day I feel
unmarked.

-J.A. Krause in Going for Coffee: Poetry on the Job

You might also read The Poet at Work: Turning Your Day Job into Poetry