in much lonelier ways
wandering on between
no and now and nowhere
but then you tell me to go
back where I came from
I understand your animus
curled tight like my fist
but I pretend confusion
& enact comic indecision:
all the way back to heaven
or just up my mom's vagina?
or just up my mom's vagina?
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Pic: Baker Woods looking magnificent. Walk with L.
10 comments:
I think the answer is definitely up your mom's vagina. IMAGINE.
Funny.
LOL!!! So awesome.
Way back when Ted and I were dating, we were perusing the shops on Haight Street in San Francisco. We stopped in a cool little store with an Indian owner, and Ted bought some boots. The man asked him what part of India he was from, and he said he had never been. Born in Canada, parents from South America, India was several generations back. The man said, haughtily, “You are not Indian.”
Not 5 minutes later, a homeless man asked for some money. Ted said he didn’t have any, and the man said, angrily, “Go back to India!”
I turned to Ted and said, “Honey, you can’t win!”
The second stanza is excellent in showing the pull between grace and anger.
I love the last stanza, how it reminds the antagonist where they think we ALL came from in the first place--hey, remember your Christian Values? And then absurdly reminds them that we are all humans and got here in the same way, after all.
:D!
:)
All in the same day! I'm inclined to excuse the homeless man, but that was awful of the storekeeper... who made him the gatekeeper of culture or ethnicity or whatever?
Thanks, Nance! (Almost every day I wish I could have been your student or colleague!)
I hope this isn't based on something that happened to you recently. (I am not naive enough to think it never happened.) You've got enough worries on your plate as it is.
Thankfully not recent, Steph! <3
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