That's the Sum of ItI like to hear a poet recite his work, it adds another dimension to the poem. Here's Ignatow reading "I Killed a Fly."
I don’t know which to mourn. Both have died on me, my wife and
my car. I feel strongly about my car, but I am also affected by my
wife. Without my car, I can’t leave the house to keep myself from
being alone. My wife gave me two children, both of whom, of course,
no longer live with us, as was to be expected, as we in our youth left
our parents behind. With my car, I could visit my children, when they
are not too busy.
Before she died, my wife urged me to find another woman. It’s advice
I’d like to take up but not without a car. Without a car, I cannot find
myself another woman. That’s the sum of it.
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