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Self-Portrait as Mushroom

by William Doreski


Trekking to the village to dunk
my sorrows in a cup of joe,
I note in the roadside rubble
a mushroom with an agony
of inlaid countenance. Maybe

some underground demon manifest.
Maybe a vegetable spirit
attempting to express itself.
A neighbor in a black pickup
slows to ask if I need a ride,

but like Emerson Iím eager to meet
nature face to face. But this
isnít the face of nature. Peering
at the agony I recognize
the face I shave every morning

and have to confess aloud
that this isnít only a likeness
but my private mushroom self
exposed to joggers, bicyclists,
and leashed golden retrievers.

Iíd like to say this is a self
portrait as mushroom, but which
self has suffered this misery
so deeply sculpted in fungus?
I pause long enough to acknowledge

my presence in this icon, then step
off toward the village as quickly
as my creaky framework allows.
Good thing mushrooms canít speak.
But even as I distance my human

faÁade from that vegetable mask
I feel an underground rumble
link it to me and threaten
to erupt into noise some passing
wag could mistake for applause.




William Doreski lives in Peterborough, New Hampshire. His most recent collection of poetry is Waiting for the Angel (2009). He has published three critical studies, including Robert Lowell's Shifting Colors. His essays, poetry, fiction, and reviews have appeared in many journals, including Massachusetts Review, Notre Dame Review, The Alembic, New England Quarterly, Harvard Review, Modern Philology, Antioch Review, Natural Bridge.

Photography: Adapted from Fungolore, by Boriss Lariushin.