Nancy Bauer

True Confessions

It's hard being a giant
In a land where there are so few giants,
And all of them crazy.
--Robert Mezey

I explained, didn't I, about being a
dwarf? The expensive
underground tailors,
bathroom mirrors slicing
the grinning image at the neck?
And the strange appetites, the
endless gnashing on old tires, the
endless craving for salt left on
knife handles and wooden spoons?

And the services
everyone begins to expect!
Incantations, undressing
for every curious caress.

Nights are the worst,
crawling into the huge
continent of the strange
bed, its oh so many delicate
smells, and no
landmarks.