Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Payday Loans (22 of 31)

This is not a lunch poem. It’s an after
lunch poem. I can write this ‘cause I’m jobless.
In fact, I have the whole day to myself. So there!
This morning, I rode the 6 train to Lex
for an interview with the School Head.
She’s the first African-American
Head. I don’t remember what I said
but I think she likes me. I like her too. Then
I had a vegetarian sandwich with grilled
peppers, dijon and Fontina and made eyes
at the curly-haired Latino behind the till.
He looked away. I cruised the park to say HI!
to the gulls. Call coming in (stops writing) ...
It was the Head. I’ve got a job waiting.

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