Arsenic Lobster poetry journal Issue Twenty-eight
Spring 2012
 
In the Good Company of Yetis*
                                                       —For Bob

Carlo Matos

They hate time machines nearly as much as I do, have no interest in loops, meeting themselves, or catastrophic butterfly flaps. They don’t care much for looking back at all. And forward, forward is just a hairy step in the snow out of the weather and into each others’ laps or on the trail looking for a tasty meal. They are terrific hunters—not many people know this. And they have—ironically—a highly overdeveloped sense of time. Have you ever met a yeti who was late? or who didn’t show up when he said he was going to? They are always five minutes early and never make you wait, sweating those 10, 15, sometimes 20 minutes out in the cold wondering why you don’t matter.

*Several studies in the 1970s concluded that yeti timeliness had decreased by 30% but many contemporary researchers question the data-gathering methods and find the conclusions dubious.

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