You tell me a joke about two robbers who hide from the police. One robber hides as a sack of cats and the other robber hides as a sack of potatoes. That is the punch line somehow, the sack of potatoes, but all I can think about is how my dad used to throw me over his shoulder when I was very small and call me his sack of potatoes. I've got a sack of potatoes he would yell, spinning around in a circle, the arm not holding me reaching out for a sale. Does anyone want to buy my sack of potatoes? No one ever wanted to buy me. We were always the only two people in the room.
Zachary Schomburg, "The One About the Robbers" from Fjords vol. 1. Copyright © 2012 by Zachary Schomburg. Reprinted by permission of Black Ocean.
Source: Fjords vol. 1
(Black Ocean, 2012)
Poems by Zachary Schomburg