Eulogy for Gregor Samsa Poem by Judith Skillman
Eulogy for Gregor Samsa
I only knew him
as a traveling salesman.
At times he came
into the hotel
and our eyes met.
I suspected he would
return, ask me to his room,
but he was too shy,
boyish in reserve.
Impatient for others
I finally gave up
waiting. A fantasy groom-
worse than flirtation
that goes forward
towards the awkward meeting
that never ends.
(Who is Gregor Samsa?)
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