I used to walk all the time to work, when I was a young woman. This one commemorates a walk and a visit to my mom's new town. It gave me a little shock of recognition to come across it. And how are you?
Street poem 94
You know who you remind me of? The devil.
That red hair! I hope he comes and gets you.
Spring, the air is crisp and wet and as I swim
An imperfect stranger wheezes those words to me,
imagine, wishing demons over the sidewalk.
oh baby, you ain't nothing when the world hates you.
A skinny mustache baseball cap man hawking kittens
outside Walmart in a land of gunracks and
seething bumperstickers, this is America, the land
of unfettered domestic animal reproduction, big eyes,
and if nobody takes me – take me to the river,
dump me in, burlap bag fur tiny claws and maybe
a brick for good measure. You know who you remind me of?
The angels. That creamy smile! I hope they come and get me.
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Divisadero
By Michael Ondaatje
Release date: 29 May, 2007 |
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