Friday, February 3, 2012

break on through by the doors

sometimes i forget how to walk
usually when in the possible vicinity of someone i proximally know
it feels like my knees are 5-10% away from collapsing
in my head i go 'left, right'
or imagine my legs are sturdy, made of metal
or chocked up muscle

sometimes my heart itches

last night i took an evening stroll to east village books
almost every book on the shelves was worth-reading
and reasonably priced

three gentleman congregated in the back
they were the only other patrons
and talked about 'the other side'
i was confused why they were standing there
in the 'nature' section

the man at the counter talked for fifteen minutes
on the phone with someone
he spoke in a high voice and used simple words
i thought it might have been his retarded sister
or wife who dominates him

he was talking with his daughter
who ate apples and spaghetti for dinner
and had been 'dancing up a storm'
these past three days

he said 'ok honey, i have to go now
i have to sell some books.'
he was approximately 29 years old
and said he would see her on saturday
and that he loved her very much

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