Because a tortoise named Fleming discovered a drug that, when I caught pneumonia at age six, saved my life.
Because the Charles Atlas Terrapin of Huckenshuck, New York, changed me, in three days, from a 98-pound weakling to a 300-pound All-Pro guard.
Because, watching those bowed reptilian legs hoist the shell’s palanquin, then trudge, double-time, across the grass, who wouldn’t smile?
Cover Page Footnote
Why Are Your Poems Full of Turtles? was originally published at Booth.
Webb, Charles Harper
"Why Are Your Poems Full of Turtles?,"
Booth: Vol. 7
, Article 3.
Available at: http://digitalcommons.butler.edu/booth/vol7/iss5/3