Jittery by Jim Simmerman
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Jittery
Nancy takes me to a coffee shop called "Jitters"
which is, I'm thinking, like naming a bar "Drunk":
what you get when you get too much of what it is
they've got to give you — though that's just me
of course, going off. I'm feeling kind of drunk
on talk and too much coffee and Nancy's laughing
easy like she maybe thinks: okay. Me, I mean,
though I'm reading into things of course —
talk, laughter — speed-reading into
what with all the coffee and little sleep
I'm running on of late. Things, their course,
have not been great though I'm feeling not
unhappy to be alive and not asleep and here
with Nancy blabbing out my life like some black
and white Karl Malden movie tough guy grateful
to finally confess and yes I'll obsess on
splitting that infinitive since Nancy knows
syntax ("syn-, together + tassein, to arrange");
Nancy knows yoga, Neruda, dogs, and yes
to the body's thoughtless crush on the world and
her smile flies open like a sun-flushed dove
and right, I know I talk too much and think
too much about what I'm thinking and not
enough about what I say, and simmer too long
in the crock of myself, which is right where I
get when I get this way and want to say
shut up, Simmerman, just shut up. . . .
Nancy takes me to a coffee shop.
Jim Simmerman
Nancy takes me to a coffee shop called "Jitters"
which is, I'm thinking, like naming a bar "Drunk":
what you get when you get too much of what it is
they've got to give you — though that's just me
of course, going off. I'm feeling kind of drunk
on talk and too much coffee and Nancy's laughing
easy like she maybe thinks: okay. Me, I mean,
though I'm reading into things of course —
talk, laughter — speed-reading into
what with all the coffee and little sleep
I'm running on of late. Things, their course,
have not been great though I'm feeling not
unhappy to be alive and not asleep and here
with Nancy blabbing out my life like some black
and white Karl Malden movie tough guy grateful
to finally confess and yes I'll obsess on
splitting that infinitive since Nancy knows
syntax ("syn-, together + tassein, to arrange");
Nancy knows yoga, Neruda, dogs, and yes
to the body's thoughtless crush on the world and
her smile flies open like a sun-flushed dove
and right, I know I talk too much and think
too much about what I'm thinking and not
enough about what I say, and simmer too long
in the crock of myself, which is right where I
get when I get this way and want to say
shut up, Simmerman, just shut up. . . .
Nancy takes me to a coffee shop.
Jim Simmerman
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Date: 2005-07-14 10:13 am (UTC)