Uncanny by Paul Hostovsky

People look like people
and places look like places
and everything rhymes a little
and has been said before.

Bob Dylan in his late 60s
looks a lot like my mother.
It’s partly the nose,
partly the big hair.

Déjà vu is the French I knew
before I knew French.
It’s nice to meet you.
I’ve loved you ever since you were born

and probably longer than that.
Can’t ken it, canst thou, Kenneth?
Nope. That shit cannot be taught.
This is the poem I’ve wished I’d written

ever since I read it.


		Paul Hostovsky
		Uncanny
		People look like people and places look like places and everything rhymes a little and has been said before. Bob Dylan in his late 60s looks a lot like my mother. It’s partly the nose, partly the big hair. Déjà vu is the French I knew before I knew French. It’s nice to meet you. I’ve loved you ever since you were born and probably longer than that. Can’t ken it, canst thou, Kenneth? Nope. That shit cannot be taught. This is the poem I’ve wished I’d written ever since I read it.
		Paul Hostovsky's poems have won a Pushcart Prize, the Muriel Craft Bailey Award from The Comstock Review, and chapbook contests from Grayson Books, Riverstone Press, Frank Cat Press, and Split Oak Press. He has two full-length collections of poetry, Bending the Notes (2008), and Dear Truth (2009). To read more of his poetry, visit his website: www.paulhostovsky.com.
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