David Shumate is alone in his basement typing at his computer and smelling the vinegar he diluted with water and then used to mop his floor. He is writing about me in my basement smelling vinegar and tapping on this keyboard. He’s composing another of his prose poems, this time about my wish to do this full-time, to quit my teaching job and provide for my family through words on a page. David Shumate will publish that prose poem in a book that will come out this summer. It will win an award and he will appear on NPR’s The Diane Rehm Show. Housewives across the nation will buy the book and sit at kitchen tables to read the prose poem on page forty-seven about me in this basement. They will smell the diluted vinegar on their own floors. Each woman will close her eyes and imagine making all my dreams come true.
April 2, 2007 at 2:22 pm
David Shumate is a published poet whose book High Water Mark is nearly perfect. My prose poetry is less so, but I would appreciate getting a book of it published anyway.
April 5, 2007 at 9:11 am
I love this poem. Every poet’s dream, to be written about and dreamed over. Good luck with your journey to success.
April 5, 2007 at 9:27 am
This is excellent, very atmospheric somehow, must be the vinegar…
April 5, 2007 at 10:18 am
lol! This poem is great! It made me smile so early this morning, made me wake up and smell the vinegar!
April 5, 2007 at 10:51 am
Thanks for making me laugh. I could smell the vinegar too!! Your prose poem is perfect!! Almost as perfect as his!
April 5, 2007 at 4:25 pm
I can smell the vinegar!
April 5, 2007 at 8:01 pm
bgfay,
prose poetry viewed thru vingegar washed glass becomes clearer.
rel
April 5, 2007 at 8:27 pm
So, once your wish is granted, I would like to line up to be next. I love prose poems and I clean with vinegar. . . .
April 6, 2007 at 12:52 am
Wry and pungent. Wish I was bgfay
April 6, 2007 at 8:57 am
…deb, as I’ve said to many others before you, the more you know about me, the less you’ll want to be like me.
Thanks everyone for the comments. I have revised this poem quite a lot since posting it here and the draft I have now is much better. Something that is in the package of poems I’m looking to send out for submission.
Now, if Mr. Shumate writes back, well, that would just be cool.
June 17, 2008 at 3:32 pm
I am sitting in my office on campus, the latest David Shumate collection on the desk in front of me. I Google him to see what is on the web. I find your prose poem. I keep waiting for it become more of a jab at Shumate. Some of this things are wondrous little fantasies. Some of them are really not poems but microfictions. And some of them are just… things.
Why not send your “thing” to a journal and give Shumate a run for his money?
August 16, 2008 at 8:03 am
Send it out!