Trying to strike a match in a matchbook
that has lain all winter under the woodpile:
on sodden cardboard.
I catch myself yawning. Through the window
I watch that sparrow the cat
keeps batting around.
Like turning the pages of a book the teacher assigned --
You ought to read it, she said.
It's great literature.
Chana Bloch is the author of (1992) and a co-translator of (1996).
The Atlantic Monthly; December 1997; Tired Sex; Volume 280, No. 6; page 88.