Monday, November 17, 2008
The opposite of credit is blame
My sweater, which I wash in the bathtub because
of the economy, is sour and stiff. I get a hanger.
I hang it from the fire escape. When I bring
it in it’s soft, smells good. I don’t
attribute this to the fire escape, its metal or rust.
I want a map of the moon.
Now appearing with failure, its source.
Everyone wants to know for blaming purposes
now that they can’t save. Something to do.
The moon’s disc fits over the sun’s disc
by accident, but wanting can be powerful.
My friend explains mortgage bundles carefully over
and over email, using analogies, but nothing
but wanting is exchanged, right up
to the minute of total obscurity.
Maps work by analogy. Trying
to navigate is only like.
The opposite of credit is blame.
poem by Kate Schapira
see A Sing Economy