Still Water Prose Poems
Copyright @ 1989 by Arthur Garfunkel
Used by persmission of Author - All Rights Reserved
remember this on-the-floor-living -- woven mats,
bright tan. Seven years ago, when I walked Japan, I
came to an inn like this with a proprietress, comely
and young. She fed me, and then she did my laun-
In the morning she brought the clothes to my room.
I stood on the tan and put on my cut-off jeans, while
she on her knees observed to see if they'd shrunk.
Loose threads hung down around the legs an inch or
Maybe she felt responsible for the stringiness caused
by her wash; maybe her sense of service was refined;
maybe it was lust that caused her to cut the cords
with her teeth, from behind to my inner thigh...
whatever it was, I didn't mind.
Hokkaido, JapanAugust 1985