Daughter smiling and
Son looking away with mom
Over their shoulders.
Daughter smiling and
Son looking away with mom
Over their shoulders.
Flattop log bridge railed
On one side. Family crossing
Like they aren’t scared
I heard the roster crow this morning.
That is my identity.
I woke up before my alarm this morning.
That is my identity.
I drank a cup of coffee this morning.
That is my identity.
I got my son to school this morning.
That is my identity.
When lunch time came it was no longer morning.
I am lost.
What will I do?
I am morning.
I have no identity.
Would you expect a
Child using pillowcase
Like a sleeping bag?
Step right up and be
Suckered. You want a free book?
We want data, cheap.
The newspapermen called out so loud
From the cracked and greyed cement
Of the city sidewalk that they could be heard
Over the shore birds and surf as you sat in the sand,
And it meant something about the white, male patriarchy
Or some other big words because
It had to mean something, didn’t it?
I think, you thought, we got in a fight.
I think, I thought, we got in one too.
I can’t remember what happened last night.
Can you remember what happened to you?
Something had happened. I’m that sure it did.
For me to be feeling so mad
I thought, you thought, they thought that they had…
And it’s gone.
Why don’t you give it a try?
You thought, I thought, they thought that they had…
Now it’s on.
Now you are starting to cry.
What the hell has got you feeling so bad?
What the hell has done it to me?
Let’s smoke some more dope till the end of the night.
I’m sure, by then, we will see.
I was simply gathering
Outside a bull fightin’ ring.
An I barely know him.
He said, “Jimmy…”
Then he told me
He had some’n ta gi’me.
I think he served back’n
I was a sailor.
He was inside his truck an’ back’n
A trailer.
He tole’ me what he had done done.
Whell… It wa’nt right.
What he should’nt a done
With my wife that night.
Well, he gave me the keys
And said bring back the truck.
He said that angry old bull
Always brought him some luck.
I was start’n to think
I should accept this gift.
I tole’ him I’d think
If he gave me a lift.
I shook his hand
When we got to my place.
I squeezed real hard,
And I spit in his face.
I tole’ him where he could stick
His lousy old bull.
Where he stuck my wife
In his dirty Aahh…
Well… you know where
I tole’ him to stick it.
Hard drenching rain just
In time to go out and wait.
Kids at the bus stop.
I was unsinchin’ ma pants
When he said he wa’nt no doctor.
I raised up an’ tole em
It was too parsenal.
Ain’t no man just walk up
And look at my arse’n all.
Then he had the nerve to tell me
I cain’t speak no English.
Well… I just cussed him roundly.
Ya’ see, ma momma an daddy, they made,
Damn sure I had good marks in third grade.
But, OK… Just between you an me,
What, in hell, is an ‘arsenal.’
He telled me I don’t know no damn English!
I tryna let you learn me ain’t I?
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