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Is this Paris?

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So take me down to Paris then,
Take me to the corner.
Green can meet and blush;
All the secrets kept can rush out while we eat.
Oysters and spice,
Won’t it be great?
We’ll know the maitre d and wife,
Won’t it be great!
We’ll have our favorite seats, Continue reading Is this Paris?

The One That Got Away

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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

The Black Grandma

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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.”
Pause
You can avoid me now. Or, you can avoid me later. But you cannot avoid my cookies.
Beat
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

A Son’s Lament (Let be, or not let be)

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Let be. I have come so far, skimming stone,
Do you know how hard it is? Do you know what it takes to Quickly make the mind follow. Forcing the pschye into submission. Get the troops out of Norway and into Denmark; and, oh yeah, I see dead people.
I had the best minds of my generation waste their time
At University. Looked at me with nervous pecking glances
Staring through the side of their head.
Eyes furtive, Continue reading A Son’s Lament (Let be, or not let be)