30 July 2008 | Vol. 8, No. 2
working on it
so i got tethered to
the fixing of things—
funny this jar won't open hot
or cold, funny this engine
had more parts before i rebuilt it.
it seems a mind
can be much like this
old bike i've been working on,
the one i keep mentioning
over the phone. now, the bike
seems to have a voice,
seems to shrug in its stance: impatience.
i've added it up, charted the bike
like an atlas—spoke, cog, sprocket.
something, though, isn't right.
it just sort of
you say what would the world be
without a script or a manual, a knot
to undo. i wonder
whether words are
a cruelty of sorts
or scraps of metal bent slightly
out of form. wonder how we use the telephone
to muster up a return, to fall
into the pothole, that is,
About the author:
Cade Collum is the author of two chapbooks titled The Dogs of Havana (Red Hydra Press, 2008) and Lion-Froth Crown (Red Hydra Press, forthcoming). His poems have also appeared or are forthcoming in Vulcan and Ginosko. He received a B.A. in Psychology and an M.F.A. in Creative Writing from the University of Alabama in Tuscaloosa, where he is currently living and working as a full-time Instructor.