What Time It Gets To Be

By Martha Zweig Martha Zweig
I was just getting to that.
But first, old age.
If you could just let me finish.

Once it was I who rudely
interrupted proceedings: the chair rapped
& called to order, but I seized from pending

approval the minutes & ran
off with the handsome mustachioed
night watch. Matching wits we wound up
jangling on a motel
bureau in simultaneous
alarm & ran down
together to silence,

Bide-a-Wee’s appointed
guest in his sleep deceased
so far from home he didn’t know
a soul. A what? We heard  
Gideons rustling in the drawer,

& as we rifled the fellow’s bags before we fled,
& fled, his time flew too,
from his cuffs & collars flapping ahead.

Source: Poetry (February 2010).

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This poem originally appeared in the February 2010 issue of Poetry magazine

February 2010
 Martha  Zweig

Biography

Martha Zweig is the author of Monkey Lightning (Tupelo Press, 2010); What Kind (2003) and Vinegar Bone (1999), both published by Wesleyan University Press; and Powers, a chapbook.

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SUBJECT Living, Time & Brevity, Relationships, Men & Women

Poetic Terms Metaphor, Free Verse

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