BY JAN HAAG

POETRY + ESSAYS + MUSIC + TRAVEL + FICTION + TEXTILE ART

INTRODUCTION + HAAG'S BIO





POLTERGEIST

4-26-00





I rail, I scream. There is weeping and gnashing of teeth.
I am so set upon, so stressed out.
Does a poltergeist live in me?

I intend to do one thing, I find the opposite has been done.
I save a bit of wood and cannot find it.
I blow the lights and my shoes are lost.
I sleep and my hair gets twisted.

I save my poem and the computer prints the old version.
I close the package and the box breaks.
If it is impossible, it happens to me.
I can no longer remember the dates I make,
nor the books I read. And my name? What is that?








Copyright © 2000 Jan Haag
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Jan Haag may be reached via e-mail: jhaag@u.washington.edu




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BY JAN HAAG


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