I wonder if it happens to you, M.
I wonder what would have happened if you’d have taken that train with me to Montauk.
We were better off getting drunk outside Tompkins square park in the good loving sun of July. Those boots you put on were the Pallisadoes. They should have been your birthright. Boots for feet. Whose were they? You were in flip flops and a short black skirt when I picked you up, and three gin and tonics later you were circling the column in those long brown that covered your sweet best.
You slapped Continue reading The One That Got Away
New York City. 2:15pm. Downtown 4 train.
Now I know some of you might have heard about me. I am the black grandma. “Oh, I heard a the black grandma. Yeah, I heard she making a mess, and she running around trains; and she handing out literature.”
You can avoid me now. Or, you can avoid me later. But you cannot avoid my cookies.
There is an evil running this government—did you try and trip me—there is an evil running through this country, and no Continue reading The Black Grandma
You’re not a biker chick.
Yes, I am.
No, you’re not.
Yes, I am.
No, you’re not. Biker chicks don’t repeat.
Yes, they do.
No, they don’t.
Yes, they do.
Nope, they don’t.
First, we start with a declaration. If you don’t know what you’re doing, you can’t get what you want.
So, what am I doing?
What are you doing? Are you running, or walking? Or, biking? Are you biking for leisure, or sport? Do you bike lazily. Do you Continue reading “If you don’t know what you’re doing…”
Classic hits, with a
New age twist.
Tequila shot you,
But you straight up missed.
I can take the test
And give me ten points
Cause my name’s correct.
Talking real softly
drinking black coffee
light my cigarette
I’m a treat you like toffee.
Hotel rooms with
the ocean views.
Filled with only shoes.
With the diamond bling
And some fries with that?
I work at Burger King.
Now I’m sitting with the Whopper chopping onions and all,
not having a ball
my girl ain’t calling at all
she’s off at the mall
with some other brother named Paul
Who go get his ass kicked
Cause he’s no brother at all.
After all the clocks have chimed their bell,
When all the forks go down.
It seemed like such a quiet place,
When you first came to town.
Computer-like you learned to walk,
Heav’n did I run!
And chase you round and over the bed,
While watched the setting sun.
Rise you did, Continue reading By Stopping: for Raf-(re-written)
Don’t follow me. I come out here for a reason. I am the man of the house. I pay the bills. I bring in the drachmas. And what are you doing the temperature out here is not for a woman in your condition. Yes, I know how you got in that condition. Yes, I know who the father is. Yes, I won’t tell you what to do any more. Could you go inside? Continue reading It’s Too Cold