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He wants to stay aliveHe wants to stay alive. He climbs the screen
and yells, he clumsily releases claws
and falls a couple feet. Please don’t be mean,
I’m hungry, hungry, hungry. Nature’s laws
have no respect for individuals,
not you or me or him. I take a box
to give him shelter, sprinkle crunchies, call
him “kitty”. Young and thin, surviving shock
and awe, he looks into my face, his eyes
know how to find another set of eyes
and read intent. He looks ahead and spies
the house. He knows a house. He buys
goodwill and six months later there he is,
inside the house, with warmth and food. It’s his.
Your own TahitiPerhaps you’d like to take a trip, a cruise,
safari, drive across the country, fly
across the ocean, something to amuse
you, take your mind off all the asking why.
They say there’s nothing quite like travel—look
at all the artists, poets, writers who
went off to Italy and France, Bangkok,
Bermuda, India, the West, Peru.
And some, arriving, never left the place.
They couldn’t bear—what was it? Native home
that wasn’t really home, no love, no grace,
and no possessions that you need to own.
All right, a trip won’t help, you need a place,
your own Tahiti, warmth and light and space.
We think we never get the things we wantWe think we never get the things we want,
but truly don’t we get them all the time?
We generate the failures to protect
us from success that others might derive.
Take war: it’s nothing but the failures of
one side deemed worth the price to keep the bad
side from their own success. These fewer deaths
are failures nonetheless, are failures still.
I think of super-bugs produced by too
much use of antibiotics. Success
by these eradications always turns
the gun and points it back at those who shoot.
I fight a war today with those who crush
my gentle spirit. Should I drop my arms?
Beautiful ShoesI can walk and I can talk and I have beautiful shoes.
There was a time I couldn’t walk.
And I could talk but I couldn’t read.
The walking isn’t graceful.
The talking gets me nowhere.
But the shoes are black suede with a little wedge.
I can walk now but I never go anywhere.
I’m talking less – no one cares to hear.
But the shoes have a rounded toe and a little strap.
If a person can walk and talk,
why don’t they do something important with the day?
Instead, I stare at my feet so nicely shod.
Someday again I won’t be able to walk.
Someday again I’ll stare at the page.
Till then I should use my beautiful shoes.
Cold HouseYou know that houses can be cold
and houses can be rundown
and houses can be old.
You know that gardens can get scraggly
and gardens can get overgrown
and gardens can underproduce.
You know dining can be pricey
and drinking too much isn’t good
and that sommelier got bored.
You know music can be lovely,
sways the sadness right out of me,
hoping I have energy to hum along.
I’m worried about things holding up.
Since everything gives way,
It will have to be a house of love.
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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