Open 2023 Poems - Marc Isaac Potter


By Marc Isaac Potter


As I reach in my pocket for another Marlborough

I know I spelled it wrong this machine puts my words on the page and it only does what it can I'm arthritic and I have a learning disability and I have several mental illnesses and I have a heart condition.

So please don't show me

The windshield wipers are crying ugly Elephant tires


I'm driving a big 18-wheeler

I'm not in a convoy

I bought 2 whole Apple pies at the last restaurant

Of course, it was in the truck stop

I'm trying to die of natural causes such as diabetes
by eating lots and lots and lots and lots of sugar

My wife hates me because I'm on the road all the time

And I hate my wife because she hates me

“It's just my job 5 days a week” - Elton John

Said a famous singer

But my job is 9 days a week 27 and a 1/2 hours A-day

The federal regulations about how long we can drive are a farce nobody follows them

I have so many uppers in my truck I can hardly find a place to put my coffee

I know you're finding this a delightful lighthearted poem but I'm trying to tell you the truth

I imagine that you think I'm exaggerating greatly but I'm trying to tell you the truth

There are other things I cannot tell you the truth about such as my mentally ill mentally your son lives in a group home

I don't dare publicize the events that go on at the group home where I live, because I want him to have a place.

And to be honest I want to mail a place it's not my place.


Marc Isaac Potter (we/they/them) from U.S. is a differently-abled writer living in the SF Bay Area. Marc’s interests include blogging by email and Zen. They have been published in Fiery Scribe Review, Feral A Journal of Poetry and Art, Poetic Sun Poetry, and Provenance Journal.


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