January 2009
7 posts
Blue Like Jazz
Here is a man who is smoking his life away.
Despite his nice clothes, he is miserable,
Slowly being destroyed by the fire inside him.
He has never known poverty, hunger, or want.
But his whole life, he has been poor,
Poor in attention
Hungry, hungry for affection
And wanting, wanting of love.
He slouches over the asphalt, mentally critical
Of the tiny, black bumps on the sidewalk.
He has only...
Gelato
I serve gelato on a quiet little street downtown. I peer at pedestrians from behind two layers of glass: a gelato case and the front windows of the store.
My forearms are strong from scooping. I love when kids touch the glass but hate it when adults do it. I also hate when adults order bubblegum-flavored gelato. I also hate when they ask what something tastes like. 1) It tastes just like the...
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“I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky; and all I ask is...”
– John Masefield
