I remembered what it was like, knowing what you want to eat and then making it, forgetting about the ending in the middle, looking at the ocean for a long time without restlessness, or with restlessness not inhabiting the joints, sitting Indian style on a porch overlooking that water, smooth like good cake frosting. And then I experienced it, falling so deeply into the storyline, I laughed as soon as my character entered the picture, humming the theme music even when I’d told myself I wanted to be quiet by some freezing river and never talk to anyone again. And I thought, now is the right time to cut up your shirt.
About this Poem
"Breakups are rough. Sometimes you don't get your stuff back."
Katie Peterson is the author of The Accounts (University of Chicago Press, 2013). She lives in Woodland, California.
Date Published: 2013-10-25
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/pleasure