THE POSITION

They let me in. I went right up to the nursery and climbed
into the crib and assumed the famous fetal position.
They didn’t know what to make of it. They stood by the
crib looking down at me.
They were young. This was their house. Instead of an infant,
a grown man is in the nursery.
Of course they hadn’t planned on anything like this. It never
occurred to them that anything like this could happen.

I had made my move. All I could do was to keep the position
pretending to sleep...


Russell Edson
The Tunnel: Selected Poems


[ A PERFORMANCE AT HOG THEATER ]


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