“Persona Poem” by Nettie Farris

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Remember when you suggested that I write a poem in the persona of a person I wished to better understand? Well, I selected you and it’s not working out very well. It’s a poorly written poem. A cliché. It begins in the morning  with your slowly getting out of bed. You did not shave. Then you ate breakfast, oatmeal, perhaps,  or a bagel with cream cheese. After draining your cup, and setting it in the sink, you drove to work. I’m not sure exactly what you did there, or in what order. Neither do I know what you thought, or felt, or whether you said something in passing, that, by evening, you regretted having said. I have no idea how the fabric of your white cotton shirt felt against the skin of your left arm. The only thing I’m really sure of is that you set your coffee cup in the kitchen sink, leaving a ring on the stainless steel for someone else to later clean up, but only because that’s what I do, every morning at 8:15.

-Nettie Farris

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