I was wandering through the COOP the other day with my friend Scott and picked up Garrison Keillor’s compilation of poems, “Good Poems”. In general I dislike the idea poetry collections, as poems are meant to be drank by the reader, and books of poetry carried around and treated like the precious pieces they are. Carrying around someone else’s favorite poems seems to be putting too much faith in that person, and giving too little to the organic process, that serendipity of creating a collection of poems that is personal. They’re always full of gems, though, and here’s one, for all those of us who give to love a bit too quickly:
Lending Out Books by Hal Sirowitz
You’re always giving, my therapist said.
You have to learn how to take. Whenever
you meet a woman, the first thing you do
is lend her your books. You think she’ll
have to see you again in order to return them.
But what happens is, she doesn’t have the time
to read them, & she’s afraid if she sees you again
you’ll expect her to talk about them, & will
want to lend her even more. So she
cancels the date. You end up losing
a lot of books. You should borrow hers.

