The weight of heavy buttocks

In "In the Voice of a Minor Saint," my longest-ago chapbook, I had a poem called God Have Pity on the Smell of Gasoline. I was flipping through Yehuda Amichai's Selected Poetry today and remembered where the inspiration came from.

There are a lot of excellent poems in his book, and good titles, too. Like You Carry the Weight of Heavy Buttocks. And My Father in a White Space Suit. And Ballad of the Washed Hair. Never underestimate the power of a good title. It will win you friends.