(Chicago, 1966)
“There’s a simple formula
for getting along here:
don’t call me Moon-head,
don’t try to fuck
the girls on the floor,
and don’t break the beakers
or the Bunsen burners
when you slip them
into boxes. Don’t drop
the Petri dishes
or the porcelain crucibles
when you stack them
onto pallets
and don’t crash the forklift
when you carry shit
through the aisles
to the loading dock
at the back of the warehouse.
One of the truckers
will take you with him
to unload
on those palaces
of higher education
where a bunch of assholes
wearing lab coats
will botch the experiments
and blame the textbooks,
which we also supply.
If you come back tomorrow
I’ll walk you over
to the plant
where we house chemicals,
but try not to breathe.”
"Chemistry Lesson" is from Stranger by Night (Knopf, 2020), the compelling new collection from Edward Hirsch, the guest editor of The Best American Poetry 2016. "Chemistry Lesson" was first published in Five Points.