by Paul Hostovsky
He crab-walked up and out of there
and I can’t help admiring him a little for that
and I can’t help admiring him a little for that
especially since they keep replaying it on TV
and thousands of cops are combing Pennsylvania
and they haven’t found him yet. And I can’t help
rooting for him a little as though he were
the underdog, and not a killer who stabbed
his girlfriend to death in front of her children.
My God. They will never get over that. Have you
ever found yourself rooting for the wrong
side? Crab-walking is moving sort of sideways
and diagonally in an awkward, furtive manner.
Please pass the popcorn. I wonder if they’ll ever
find him. Voyeurism is sort of furtively taking
pleasure in disaster, catastrophe, pain, and without
ever feeling the pain, or ever getting caught.
Paul Hostovsky's poems have won a Pushcart Prize, two Best of the Net Awards, the FutureCycle Poetry Book Prize, and have been featured on Poetry Daily, Verse Daily, The Writer's Almanac, and the Best American Poetry blog.