I'm a little goofy, what with the satisfaction of a new book, the hot weather, the effort to avoid a whirlwind of anger at the endless stupidities, many of them mine. Here's another poem from my new chapbook, which you can order from the publisher if you'd like. It's a very New York book.
On the Block
What's Spanish for suitcase? Simon asks Sylvie
Su…casa? she tries
Diana from the corner walks by.
She's been in LA for two years!
She holds my hand
& tells me she's here for jury duty
& how much she likes Jackie Chan
I love my block: the secret world
where I don't have to be new
& I run into everyone & they're reading
spy novels & eating chips &
the babushka Hungarian lady curses me:
I am a gonna fetch you!
esa paloma
came too close