A poem of mine that was originally published at Gutter Eloquence, and then here, is now up at Eunoia Review.
https://eunoiareview.wordpress.com/2021/01/24/german-punctuality/.
This poem is a whore; it loves getting around, so I will post it again here:
German Punctuality
I was the last one on what I thought was the right bus.
I asked the driver to make sure. He said something
that in English sounded like “crossing.” The only problem
was he was speaking German,
and I’d just taken up the language. I asked him again.
He scratched his forehead just above his nose.
He repeated himself angrily. I still didn’t understand.
I tried to simplify. “Sooo, Leipzig?”
“Ja, ja…” he said.
“Danke schön…”
I sat down a few seats behind him.
I kept an eye on him in the rearview mirror.
Above his head there was a digital clock with red numbers.
It was 6:03. At 6:05 the…
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