From True Stories by Margaret Atwood



The man walks on the southern beach

with sunglasses and a casual shirt

and two beautiful women.

He’s a maker of machines

for pulling out toenails,

sending electric shocks

through brains or genitals.

He doesn’t test or witness,

he only sells. My dear lady,

he says, You don’t know

those people. There’s nothing

else they understand. What could I do?

she said. Why was he at that party?



Then suddenly you’re in there,

in this mistake, this stage, this box,

this war grinding across

your body. You can’t believe it.

Rolf Auer - suddenly youre in there

Albert Camus - where truth


About Rolf Auer

I’m this doofus who’s trying to get by as a know-it-all poet. Fighting poverty has long been an abiding interest of mine. Sharing fast, easy, low-cost recipes is but one way of doing that.🙂
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