So Just Try Harder

by Kathryn Jacobs

It’s strange, but you don’t have to break your neck
each time you're ass-end upwards. Panic, sure --
but writhe, and you may merely bruise your back-
side in the fall. Or say the slip occurs

while loafing near the local precipice:
it’s still not absolutely clear you’re doomed
unless you hurl yourself at the abyss
(the rest of you, I’m willing to presume,

will try like hell to fall some other way).
In short, there’s no good reason to assume
You have it coming – think: the Man on high
may just be bored, or smoking. You can’t say;
he might be in the grandstands filled with gloom,
you made so little effort not to die.

© 2010 by Kathryn Jacobs


About the Author

Kathryn Jacobs a poet and a medievalist from Harvard with two volumes coming out in 2011; her book In Transit (David Roberts Press) and her chapbook, Signs and Portents (Finishing Line Press). She also has two prior chapbooks, a book of medieval marriage contracts, fourteen articles, and well over a hundred poems in a wide variety of journals. In 2005 she lost her son (Raymond) at eighteen, of sleep apnea; two years later his twin sister was diagnosed with melanoma (fine so far). She teaches at Texas A & M - C; and has one elder daughter far away in Chicago.


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