Here you will find the Poem Self-Employed: For Harvey Shapiro of poet David Ignatow
I stand and listen, head bowed, to my inner complaint. Persons passing by think I am searching for a lost coin. You?re fired, I yell inside after an especially bad episode. I?m letting you go without notice or terminal pay. You just lost another chance to make good. But then I watch myself standing at the exit, depressed and about to leave, and wave myself back in wearily, for who else could I get in my place to do the job in dark, airless conditions?
