Jendi Reiter
Someday I will remember, what it was I was doing
I know it wasn't a dream because I never sleep in black type-face
never dream in words like "economy"
I didn't see the thought in a twenty-year retrospective on Brooklyn poetry
It wasn't in Dostoevsky or under the laundry hamper on an old magazine
scribbled when half-asleep
and it wasn't of such moment
that it would emblazon itself on my burning brain shouting HERE HERE HERE
it didn't put up any signposts
the poems I remember are the ones/with half a line missing
from Bullseye: Stories and Poems by Outstanding High School Writers ed by Mark Pawlak and Dick Lourie with Robert Hershon and Ron Schreiber
Someday I will remember, what it was I was doing
I know it wasn't a dream because I never sleep in black type-face
never dream in words like "economy"
I didn't see the thought in a twenty-year retrospective on Brooklyn poetry
It wasn't in Dostoevsky or under the laundry hamper on an old magazine
scribbled when half-asleep
and it wasn't of such moment
that it would emblazon itself on my burning brain shouting HERE HERE HERE
it didn't put up any signposts
the poems I remember are the ones/with half a line missing
from Bullseye: Stories and Poems by Outstanding High School Writers ed by Mark Pawlak and Dick Lourie with Robert Hershon and Ron Schreiber