“Why I Am Not a Poet,” by Chris Bullard

Aug 20th, 2021 | By | Category: Poetry

I am not a poet. I am a lawyer.
Why? Because I’d rather
make money, which I do. Well,

for instance, I stop by my friend’s
studio. “I just finished a poem,”
she says. “How about you take
a look and tell me what you think.”
I read. She watches me read. I
look up, “You have a SARDINE
there.” “Yes, it’s my metaphor
for the past.” “Oh,” I go, “first,
you’re a vegan, so I can’t see
why you’d ever open up a tin
of them. Second, you say
they’re brown and flat, so I
suspect that you’re thinking
of anchovies, not SARDINES,
which are bigger and come
with their shiny scales on. So
that’s a pretty stupid mistake.”
“You are too much,” she says.
“I find your comments to be
arrogant and sexist. It’s
finished between us.” She
throws me out.

But me? One day I am thinking
of a claim: a tort. I write a line
about a tort. Pretty soon, it is a
not just an allegation, but
supporting documents, too.
And then a claim for relief. There
should be much more in damages.
My client was horribly affected.
I file my plea in court. I am a real
lawyer. And one day in The New
Yorker, I see my friend’s poem
which is obviously about me and
it’s called, “SARDINES.”

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Chris Bullard lives in Philadelphia. He received his B.A. in English from the University of Pennsylvania and his M.F.A. from Wilkes University. Kattywompus Press published High Pulp, a collection of his flash fiction, in 2017, and Grey Book Press published Continued, a poetry chapbook, this year. His work has appeared in recent issues of Nimrod, Muse/A Journal, The Woven Tale, Red Coyote, Cutthroat, and The Offbeat.

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