This musing is the work of the poet Heather Christle. –TM
There exist some easily satirized standard-issue poetry workshop comments:
Have you thought about your line breaks?
Im not sure if youve earned this ending.
My favorite, however, is:
I wonder what would happen if you took out the I.
Perhaps, probably, people make this suggestion with the idea that one ought to resist representing an artificially stable and whole self. Sing with me:
You put your whole self in. (Boo!)
You take your whole self out. (Yea!)
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I am a big apostrophe nut. The more you I hear, the happier I become. And you can have so many people in it! And you, and you, and you were there
If you can be so strange and various, why not I?
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I was thinking this morning and then a metaphor happened.
The I of the fortune cookie.
Who is that wise I? (I thought of this reading Julia Cohens blog, in which she discusses receiving the fortune You are the apple of my eye. I! You! They are all in there!) But really, who is the I? The writer of the fortune cookie? The worker who stuffs the message inside? The waiter who brings you the cookie? The person to your left? No, to your right!
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For years, when my family went out to eat Chinese food, my father loved to crack open his cookie, peer at his fortune, look puzzled, and then say, Help! I am a prisoner in a fortune cookie factory. He did not invent this joke; its been around for a very long time. I realized that when I read Frank OHaras Lines for Fortune Cookies, which includes “You are a prisoner in a croissant factory and you love it.”
Its a fantastic poem, and I keep threatening to actually put these lines where they belong, if only I were any good at baking. For now Ill just give you a smattering:
“Your first volume of poetry will be published as soon as you finish it.”
“A few dance lessons with James Waring and who knows? Maybe something will happen.”
“Thats not a run in your stocking, its a hand on your leg.”
“You eat meat. Why do you eat meat?”
and then there is my favorite, which seems an appropriate ending (for this post, not the poem):
“In the beginning there was YOUthere will always be YOU, I guess.”
Heather Christle’s poems have appeared in Octopus, LIT, and pilot magazine. Others may soon be found in Third Coast & Verse. She lives in Northampton, Massachusetts.
