BY JAN HAAG
POLTERGEIST
4-26-00
I rail, I scream. There is weeping and gnashing of teeth.
I am so set
upon, so stressed out.
Does a poltergeist live in me?
I intend
to do one thing, I find the opposite has been done.
I save a bit of
wood and cannot find it.
I blow the lights and my shoes are lost.
I
sleep and my hair gets twisted.
I save my poem and the computer
prints the old version.
I close the package and the box breaks.
If
it is impossible, it happens to me.
I can no longer remember the dates
I make,
nor the books I read. And my name? What is that?
Copyright © 2000 Jan Haag
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Jan Haag may be reached via e-mail: jhaag@u.washington.edu
BY JAN HAAG