In my Creative Writing course, we are reading a book called In the Palm of Your Hand by Steve Kowit. To sum it up in one sentence, this book offers advice on how to write better poetry. In the beginning of the book, Kowit addresses on how to play with time within a poem and exhibits how one can do that through an example poem called “How I Knew Harold*” by Deborah Harding. After reading the poem, he challenges the reader to write a poem in the same style as Harding did. Well, I tried and here’s my attempt to play with time through words and poetry.
“How I Lost My Favorite Pair of Jeans”
Around 2010 we all sat in Mike’s basement
as we played Apples to Apples.
Chocolate chip cookies
crumbled in my mouth.
Jon kept rubbing my thigh.
Around 2008 my perfect set of jeans ripped
underneath the back pocket. My
mom said that she could not fix it.
Kayla and I are not talking.
Around 2004 I started to keep a diary. I wrote
about how I didn’t like Josh anymore
because he had green frosting caked
on his face one day.
Around 1999 my sister and I jumped on my
dad’s tractor. Somehow we got it
started and we flew down the hill.
My mom screamed and ran next to
us with her arms stretched out to
grab us. We stopped and my
mom cried. I was five and my
sister was three.
Around 2012 my mom handed me a Kleenex
and said, “You deserve better than
him Sage. Forget about him.”
I walked into the woods and
screamed through my tears.
Around 2013 I walked home alone without
a jacket because someone threw
up on it. It was 3 am in December.
My best friend refused to walk
home with me.
Around 2009 I had my first interview. The
employer asked me to sit on my
hands because they were distracting.
She smelled of baby powder. She
said I could write well though.
Around 2006 my brother had tears in his
eyes because of a bully. I yelled at
the bully, heat reddening my face.
He never said anything to my
Around 2014 I placed my dinner and
drink on the corner table in the
cafe. I whipped out my laptop to
try to hide the fact that I had
no one to eat with.
Around 2007 I had the perfect pair of jeans.
They fit snuggly around my
waist and legs, yet I could
move in them. Kayla, my best
friend, gave them to me.
Around 2011 Jon tells me that he’s in
love with me and wants to
spend the rest of his life with
me. I believed him.