they are not political prisoners
they are not political prisoners
what happenedhappens to you when you brokebreak the law of your own words
Some days are diamonds, some days
are stones.
Yours
No, I don’t think so.
Ya understand yare welcome to lie
. . on occasion Id own that line if it
wasnt mine That said I know its not yours
Yet you encourage me to lie understanding it’s not mine?
A white lie among
friends winkwink nodnod
You know also I rever the truth.
What?
he didnt come by the forest
preserves too often anymore
when he was younger his family
held picnics there polacks as far and
wide as the eye could see and he was
related to every one
as a teenager at one such picnic
his mother found him Come, I have to
introduce you to someone. she took him
by the arm and walking over to a pavilion where men were playing accordions
people were dancing she talked about a distant cousin she used to write as a
girl and when she had emigrated to America they lost track of one another Oh look, there’s Maria’s daughter; come. when he looked where his mother was
looking the girl had turned her back and was facing the pavilion the
festivities as they approached her his
mother called Stefanie! Stefanie! Stefanie turned I was looking for
your mother. I’d like you to meet my son, Joseph. Joseph, this is your cousin
Stefanie.
Ah he saidhe nodded to Stefanie her colour rose Weve meet Mom though nice to formally meet
you Stefanie he took her hand warmly and
shook it
Oh hello Joseph; nice to meet you.
informally they had met down by
the dam part of a looseknot of teenagers gathered to get high
they got stoned together
immediately liked one another
slipped away from the clutch
had sex by the river on the blanket
Stefanie wore over her shoulders because she wasnt keen of the blouse she was
wearing her mother insisted she wear it
the blouse was a little square
what was inside the blouse wasnt
one thing had lead to another
it was hard to say who laid who
they hit so many postureswere on top as often they were down
Thats an unique blouse Stefanie though it doesnt quite compliment you
Heck youd look good wrapped in a blanket
She would, wouldn’t she. his mother said Stefanie, you’re such a beautiful girl;
someday you’ll make someone very happy.
Some day he said
You’re
killing me Stefanie whispered
Ya
nearly killed me
colourful blankets old worn
chenilles picnic baskets pinning them were scattered across on the luxurious
grass hard to beat Illinois grass made one dream of being a grazing animal a happy lost ruminator
he crossed a horse path through
some high weeds then to the woods edge near the river upstream from the
beach
he hadnt finished half his beer his eyes were closed the dark inside them grew darker
it remained
it wasnt a cloud
he opened one eye lazily
Hello to you; you’ve quite the
spot. a womans voice
Thank you
It’s my spot.
Welcome . . to my spot
A tribute?
Tenacious D?
Uhhuh
I don’t know what that is.
I am
Did you fall asleep?
No hypnagogic
Hypnagogic. Hypnagogic . . what’s
that?
Nothing important, I was mumbling.
Earlier you said –ster or
something like that when you sat
Maybe . . mister?
Joe Im Joe
Joe, I’m Ginny.
Short for Gennieve not Virginia
Yes, you're right.
Someone younger than you’s a
youngster she sighed I’m no youngster.
Could have fooled me yare very beautiful
Ginny
Yes?
I was upset.
Yare no longer upset
I’m not, no I’m not, Joe.
In a bit thank you
she used the attached corded churchkey
uncapped her beer took a deep draw
Part of a worthwhile tribute
No. colour rose in her face Not monster.
Yare killin me
I called you a cunt, a cuntster.
Cuntster havent heard that beforesuppose we cant Google
that
No.
You were a cunt, I use cuntster,
I’m adverse to saying cunt.
I understand butah no more
No. You’ll like this . . you’re a
good egg.
You look like I like you.
Ive only just begun
someone he could beat on with
words rather than his fists
bitter lessons for the pair of them
when Obama was elected he
received a telephone call from him You
must be pleased, boy; you got your nigger president. he
wasnt boy
when Obama was reelected I see your nigger won again, boy.
when Trump was elected he called
his old man Dad, I see you got your ass
wipe racist president
when mitochondrial Eve was
discovered to be from Africa Mankinds Cradle published in newspapersin his
fathers sacrosanct Chicago Tribune We
are all black formidable evidence he couldnt
poopoo away he made copies of the
article and on their reverse side he wrote letters to him for months
I do, that nigger sold Hampton
out; he was a rat.
You remember correctly
I do. You were an embarrassment.
You were all about the Black Panthers, you couldn’t wait to share newspaper articles
about them with me.
You remember correctly
What are you calling about?
Gotta tell yaalmost fell out of
my chair Theres a scene where Hampton goes
into a city bar to talk up either the head of the Crowns or the Disciplines an
talkin across the bar to the brother a black cat a customer to Hamptons left leans
back and takes a pull from his can of beer
Takes a pull from his can of beer
. . I’m listening to you.
Just makin sure sometimes you tune me out wanted to make
sure you heard me
I hear you more often than I sometimes
care to, son.
Your five minutes are up, son. I
love you too; thank you for calling.
Got a letter coming your way
I look forward to it, son.
Talk with ya soon Dad
We’ll talk soon, son.
his wife his daughter exactlyexactly as he remembered
he couldnt tell her about her
mother he couldnt
breathe
how they made it out of the stall
without leaving footprints was beyond him
ever seen a ghost retch
they came in through the front door up left the halfflight of steps to the living
areas of a splitlevel quadruplex
downstairs was access to the
garage halfbath laundry den with fireplace small studio
he lead the way
at the top of the stairs she
pulled up shortlooked into the livingroom diningroom asked What the hell is this?
Whadoes it look like
Mayhem.
Stop
It looks like a Third World
refugee camp.
Well I cant say the girls and I
were shooting for that Be more
imaginative Use your childs brain
I’m not a child.
Too bad Maw seeing through the eyes of a child is a
remarkable faculty
Then I’ll make a leap of faith, this . . menagerie . was your idea and the girls helped you execute it.
right on cue from a hole between blankets his wife
rose blankets at her hips she said You’ll have to give me a moment to work my
way to you, Maw, via our subterranean labyrinthine course; you like the girls' fort?
Whatelse he asked This fort has endured three daysthe longest any of the forts have
lasted Fort Endurance
How am I supposed to get around?
On my hands and knees?
When in Rome do as the Romans do
I’m not a spring chick.
I’ve never. she sneered
About time
You knew I was coming to visit.
Did I slew the Minotaur let blinded Polyphemus
the Cyclop out though fair warning might be a few frogs we caught down by the pond over near the corner
where the dining table is The girls are excited for you to see
as they drove to the airport Gramma
remarked I feel like a dog, a mushroom.