You drive often by that self-serve storage area
In Gray Maine
Nothing unusual you think
You’ve seen those long rows of warehouse-like buildings
In every corner of the country
Yet this one reminds you of the bleak buildings of Continue reading »
Auschwitz
There she stands on the Bus 73
Wishfully looking at an empty seat
And wondering if she will be able
To squeeze herself in
Between people on the adjacent seats
Who have spilled over
Onto the territory that by now
Should have been hers
There’s an aura of sadness around her
You can’t know if it’s because of her big body
She will quickly tell you that she got used to it
It bothered her five years ago but doesn’t any more
She can’t explain it
She thinks it must be because her cat is sneezing
Her cat is old and might die soon
What is awaiting a fat girl like her
In this world of smiling beauties
Is there anything else but an ocean of sadness
Soft as her eyes warm as her tears
I’ve been trying to buy a house for many years
And something would always happen
Last minute
Like that time when I put money down
On an A-Frame in Bethel Maine
The day when quadruple murder occurred
A few miles away
For the first time in more than two hundred years
Something like this occurred in
The quiet town of Bethel
This was not my first attempt to buy
Once I had made an offer on another home
In Belmont Massachusetts
But never heard back from the owner
Decided not to sell or what I don’t know
And I didn’t check crime statistics in
The area that day
I am sure there were murders but nobody
Thought they happened because of the house
I was buying
At that time Bethel murders hadn’t happened
And I looked completely innocent
To Macy’s I am going today
Where I will have to pay
With money
Plain old US dollars
While I bring with me
Only my melancholy
And times I felt good without a reason
Like three years ago
When it started snowing in my town
A blizzard completely overlooked by the weathermen
I will hold this for unexpected bargains
But if they ask for money at Macy’s
My shopping will be yet another failure
Still, my companion laughs
She looks at me with confidence
As if we will be together
A thousand years from now
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