Just in case you wondered… I don’t ALWAYS write about breast cancer. In fact, these days I rarely write about it.
So here are a couple of my “Other” poems…
But first, I want to show off!
Garrison Keillor Read My Poem on Writer’s Almanac!
Guess what! Garrison Keillor read one of my poems — a sonnet on Bathrooms! — on Writer’s Almanac.
And it gets even better! He did it on my BIRTHDAY! It happened in the year when my book came out — and I sent him a copy, hoping that maybe he’ll enjoy them.
And one day, I got an email from one of his team members, asking me if he could read my poem “Bathrooms” on his Writer’s Almanac program. Of COURSE he could!
And so he did:
All I could say was, “Woo Hoo!” I LOVE Garrison Keillor, and listening to him read my poem on the air just totally blew me away!
And here are two more of my poems. The first tells a true story… and is dedicated to Les Blank, my favorite film maker!
for Les Blank
I stopped smiling
With my mouth open
When I was ten.
No photograph shows my teeth
Except one or two
That caught me off guard.
When I was twenty-four,
My boyfriend made a comment
About someone else’s gap:
It was just like mine.
Startled, I asked, “You noticed?”
“I noticed,” he laughed,
“The first time we met.”
When I was thirty,
I met a dentist
Who fixed gaps.
For three-thousand dollars,
He would file down
My teeth and hide them
I cut smiles
And held them in front of mine:
Before, and after.
At paper perfect teeth,
I found myself staring
At a stranger.
One day, I watched a film
About gap-toothed women
That told my story.
Because of the gap,
One woman said, we did things
Instead of sitting and waiting
For Prince Charming –
She drew cartoons.
I played violin,
Learned karate and earned
A Ph.D. in linguistics.
There was the Lady of Bath
With her lusty appetite.
Cleopatra had a gap in her teeth.
So did Lauren Hutton.
My own big teeth
With their gap
Were white, even, planted
In healthy gums.
When the lights came on,
I walked out smiling
With my mouth open.
And here’s an all-time favorite poem of mine.
Please note that it contains some German words. Don’t worry if you don’t know what they mean. That’s not the point. Just imagine what they sound like 🙂
Also, just catch one of my poetry readings and you’ll see…
It’s my personal theory of the connection between how languages work — and table manners…
“Don’t talk with your mouth full!”
Miss Manners says – Sprudel bestellt–
and the Germans obey. They rarely speak
while they chew. – Strümpfe, Strapse –
Americans, though, harbor a fear
of the pause and Miss Manners agrees:
“A lull in conversation bodes badly.”
– Pfropfen – Germans believe
silence is golden. I’ve never mastered
the fine art of – Tröpfchen – eating
and speaking with aplomb.
My dinner dates want to know: “Why
aren’t you finished yet?” And when I
– Streichholzschächtelchen –
take a bite, they ask, “Tell me
about where you grew up.”
What to do? – Pforzheim –
Empty my mouth to say I would
please like to eat before
my steak gets cold?
Meanwhile the waiter keeps trying
to take my plate. Miss Manners
says we must never value food
The solution? Meet friends for tea
and eat out alone.
But when I do, the waiter fills in:
“So where are you from?”
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