Ronald Koertge

(1940 / Illinois / United States)

Body Shop - Poem by Ronald Koertge

When I come in, my mechanic is eating
lunch. He doesn't look over the top
of his newspaper.
I glance around, hoping that Miss July
with her sassy fife will distract me,
but his calendars
feature only a vernal wrench, saucy
timing belt, naked carburetor:
things that might make a robot humid.
Sitting across from his headlines, I feel
like the mechanic's wife: virtues ignored,
faults magnified, taken for granted . . .
It's all I can do to not clutch
the lapels of my robe and run into
the bathroom weeping.
Finally he listens. Intently. Leaning closer,
one hand on my trembling manifold.


Comments about Body Shop by Ronald Koertge

  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (3/19/2014 4:07:00 PM)

    A vernal wrench, saucy timing belt and naked carburetor: things that may make a robot humid.
    How wonderful is that! Humorous and so very well done! (Report) Reply

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  • Bronze Star - 2,698 Points Anthony Di''anno (3/19/2014 5:48:00 AM)

    Brilliant! I absolutely adore the way you write. My socks are well and truly blown off :) (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,698 Points Anthony Di''anno (3/19/2014 5:47:00 AM)

    Brilliant! I absolutely adore the way you write. My socks are well and truly blown off :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 19, 2014


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