Poetry Wednesday: katherine with the lazy eye. short. and not a good poet

katherine with the lazy eye. short. and not a good poet. – francine j. harris


This morning, I heard you were found in your McDonald’s uniform.

I heard it while I was visiting a lake town, where empty woodsy highways
turn into waterside drives. I’d forgot

my toothbrush and was brushing with my finger, when a friend
who didn’t know you said he heard it like this: You know Katherine. Short.

with a lazy eye. Poet. Not a very good one. Yeah, well she died. the blue

on that lake fogs off into the horizon like styrofoam. The picnic tables
full of white people. I ask them where the coffee is. They say at Meijer.

I wonder if you thought about getting out of Detroit. When you read at the open mike
you’d point across the street at McDonald’s and told us to come see you.

Katherine with the lazy eye. short and not a good poet, I guess I almost cried.
I don’t know why, because I didn’t like you. This is the first time I remembered your name.

I didn’t like how you followed around a married man. That your poems sucked
and that I figured they were all about the married man.

That sometimes you reminded me of myself, boy crazy. That sometimes
I think people just don’t tell me that I’m kind of, well…slow.

Katherine with the lazy eye, short. and not a good poet.
I didn’t like your lazy eye always looking at me. That you called me

by my name. I didn’t
like you, since the first time I saw you at McDonald’s.

You had a mop. And you were letting some homeless dude
flirt with you. I wondered then, if you thought that was the best

you could do. I wondered then if it was.

Katherine with the lazy eye, short, and not a good poet.
You were too silly to wind up dead in an abandoned building.

I didn’t like you because, what was I supposed to tell you. What.
Don’t let them look at you like that, Katherine. Don’t let them get you alone.

You don’t get to laugh like that, like nothing’s gonna get you. Not everyone
will forgive the slow girl. Katherine

with the fucked up eye, short. Poetry sucked, musta’ knew better. I avoided you
in the hallway. I avoided you in lunch line. I avoided you in the lake.

I avoided you. My lazy eye. Katherine with one hideous eye, shit.
Poetry for boys again, you should have been immune. you were supposed

to be a cartoon. your body was supposed to be as twisted as
it was gonna get. Short. and not a good poet. Katherine

with no eye no more. I avoided you, hated it, when you said my name. I
really want to leave Detroit. Katherine the lazy short.

not a good poet. and shit. Somewhere someone has already asked
what was she like, and a woman has brought out her wallet and said

This is her. This is my beautiful baby.

Daewon Song – Enter the Daewon

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