Third time this weekon I-5 behind the samemaniac who spelledHENS upside-downand backwardon his vanity plate:S-N-3-H.Two days runningI’ve nearly backedfrom my drivewayinto the same scooter,its driver hunchedlike a leather-backedturtle in white helmet.Dear strangerswho know mebetter than anyone—where do you keepyour secret clocks?
Bill Carty is the author of Huge Cloudy (Octopus Books). He has received poetry fellowships from the Fine Arts Work Center in Provincetown, Artist Trust, Hugo House, and Jack Straw. He was awarded the Emily Dickinson Award from the Poetry Society of America, and his poems have recently appeared in the jubilat, Denver Quarterly, Paperbag, and other journals. Originally from coastal Maine, Bill now lives in Seattle, where he is Senior Editor at Poetry Northwest. He teaches at the Hugo House, the UW Robinson Center for Young Scholars, and Edmonds College. www.billcarty.com
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