real poem (personal statement)
I skim sadness like fat off the surface
of cooling soup. Don't care about
metaphor but wish it would arrive
me. There’s a cool current of air
this hot day I want to ride.
I have no lover, not even my love.
I have no other, not even I.
Copyright @ 2014 by Rachel Zucker. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-a-Day on May 28, 2014.
“‘real poem (personal statement)’ is part of a series that is interspersed throughout my new book The Pedestrians and investigates, often in light-hearted ways, poetry and poetics, especially simile, metaphor, voice, description, literalism, and confessionalism.”
—Rachel Zucker
Rachel Zucker
Rachel Zucker's poetry collections include The Pedestrians (Wave Books, 2014), Museum of Accidents (Wave Books, 2009), and The Bad Wife Handbook (Wesleyan University Press, 2007).