First frozen banana

a man stopped me and asked if there was a sprint store on myrtle. the person obviously picked me out because they could tell i was someone who knew a great deal about myrtle. i had been wearing headphones so i had to turn off my music and remove them in order to even hear what the question was.

"is there a sprint store around here?"

i wanted so badly to know the answer but it was just out of reach. i don't use sprint for my telephone provider, i use at&t, so i don't notice when i'm in the vicinity of a sprint store - they just don't blip on my radar. of course anyone who has been on myrtle avenue knows in their heart that this is a street that has a sprint store. they may not know exactly where it is, but they know it's here. i told the man, "yes, there is a sprint store around here."

"where is it?"

"i do not know."

the man laughed, so i laughed too. then we went our ways.

weeks later i stumbled upon the sprint store on myrtle. i knew i could picture it and there it was, exactly where it belonged in time and space, a sprint store on myrtle. occupying its perfect location like a god-sent strand of hair on earth's head.

i remembered the man who had been looking for the sprint store. i wonder if he ever found it? he seemed like a friendly, good person - much better than your average at&t subscriber. i decided to learn more about the sprint network community. i walked into the store and found a pile of informational pamphlets and picked one up. a man in a polo shirt inquired, "how can i help you?"

"just having a look around." i said with a smile, holding up the pamphlet in a goodbye gesture. when i pulled the handle on the door it popped right off the door-frame and stayed there in my hand. i stood there holding a long thin aluminum door handle, unable to make my exit, gazing helplessly at the man in the polo shirt. he assured me it happens all the time and instructed me from across the room on how to reinstall it.

i wondered what his role with the company was if it did not include fixing the door when it breaks off in a customer's hand. perhaps the person with that job was on his lunch break or had been recently fired. i could have asked if they were hiring but my instincts told me to to leave it be so instead i went home and retrieved the banana i'd left in the freezer that morning. it was the first frozen banana i ever ate. they do not get as hard as popsicles.

Strange resume

a woman tells you about

how her neighbors used to dress their dogs

when she lived in the trump building

like they were hollywood starlets

and wants to know if you're hiring

Beyond my bedroom door

Pouring a cup of coffee, stirring some cinnamon into it. It's late spring in Ridgewood, Queens early afternoon sunshine glowing off the totally white walls. The shadows of pigeons swirling around the room, dipping and diving in the clear blue sky as a single unit like fish do. From the bathroom comes the sound of running water and voices in the shower.

..wash your ass!

...hm?

...wash your ass!

...yea i know

wash the inside of your ass!
...it smells!

Bach's violin sonatas
skate across the linoleum
over the carpet
into my room
Closing my door

cinnamon coffee
the internet
birds

Joker

From 1st Ave to Lorimer St. with Andria and his girlfriend.

 

Valeria used to live in a squat in London. She and her friends would steal animals from the zoo; she had snakes, a scorpion, a tarantula, two dogs and a monkey. At one point she also had a giant rabbit monopolizing an unused room and a baby kangaroo who did not 'work out.' She also had a sheep whom the neighbors signed a petition to kill, and then they ate it. The monkey was named Jolly, which translates in Italian to Joker.

My wild side

go stand out in the hallway
and i'll go fall asleep
push the buzzer, don't be denied
invite me to my wild side

now take this bucket full of pears
fling them at my head
get smart if i should try to hide
i'll meet you on my wild side

invite me to my wild side
you'll get your answer there
call forth your hands
insane demands!
invite me to my wild side

pour ice water on all my clothes
pan fry this deck of cards
kindly paint the curtains grey
do not ask about my day

invite me to my wild side
can't believe i had to ask
buckets of pears don't buy themselves
my life's alive, the nouns decried
invite me to my wild side

Donald

a total orphan

before he was 2 months old

/ he is emotionally stunted

teenage girls would love him

if he went to their school

and he would break their hearts

like porcelain coffee mugs

donald has less than

a kindergarten level education

/ spent his childhood in hospitals

nearly lost his tail to a lasceration

when he was only 7 months

/ had it shaved for surgery

now he's twice that age

not interested in school or girls

prefers to hang around the house

examining the space below doors

fighting plastic bags

and pushing things off ledges

Gratitude is complicated

i've been working

as a veterinary receptionist

for six years now

and i just received my first

'thank you for being good

at your job' type card


it was from the owners

of a cat who accidentally

strangled itself

on the window blinds srawstring

while they were at work

they ran in without calling
a doctor saw them right away
the cat was dead

The fable of the church bell

The church was the most impressive building in the village. The new rector came from the city where they had lots of impressive buildings. He decided to put this little town on the map.

He started a fundraiser to build a giant bell which would ring in the hours of the day. They sold high end designer shirts to raise the money and all the villagers bought them. Everyone was sharp dressed now and even though they didn't have a lot of money for groceries they looked good.

Finally they had raised enough money and the new rector rang the bell. It's rang resounded so loud and deep that all the windows in the village shattered and it was winter.