Fishing Vest
Paul Hostovsky
Paul Hostovsky
I don’t like fishing.
But I like hyperbole.
It had a hundred pockets.
I saw it in the window
of the sporting goods store
and I thought: now every poem
shall have its pocket. And I thought:
let there be plenty of pens
and pocket combs, a pocket
dictionary, a box of raisins,
a pocket watch, a deck of cards,
and a pack of cigarettes.
I like a poem that can hold
numerous small swindles
and lots of harmonicas,
a childhood memory
of an imitation turd
from a novelty shop
on Hancock Street. I hadn’t
smoked in years, but now
I wanted a pack of cigarettes.
And I wanted a deck of cards.
I didn’t want to go fishing.
I didn’t give a shit
about fishing. What I wanted
was a poem that could hold
everything. Everything I wanted
and everything I didn’t want
but was dealt anyway.
I wanted those pockets.
A hundred of them.
And the one that got away.
Flash Issue 9
Paul Hostovsky's latest book of poems is MOSTLY (FutureCycle Press, 2021). He makes his living in Boston as a sign language interpreter.