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Singularity ( in a plural world)
Of van Gogh’s ear, you remind
me,
like bread crust, expendable
yet necessary for
packaging
hardness holding shape
loaves stuffed by
machine
into plastic, into plastic.
I would slice away your
memory,
if I could allow myself to care.
c2005
Julie
Walczesky
Summer 2005
change minus quarters
He leaves his change minus quarters
for her mason jar coin collection,
she is saving for a beach trip, whenever
they have time, all she has is time
A part-time job would be a welcome diversion,
but mention third shift at a convenience store-
"Someone will shoot you, what a waste of life
for only minimum wage"
Her afternoons spent waiting,
or playing taxi driver, she remembers
that movie, it comes to mind
when she hears those words,
taxi driver, always waiting
for something, like life, to happen
"Finish school" he says, but only when
it is comfortable for him, after all
supper should be ready and laundry needs
to be done, his hard-on always throbbing,
except when she wants some
He leaves his change including quarters,
for the hostess, waitress, motel maid,
she deserves two bits and a beer,
she works hard
she needs to be paid
He never worries about the wife-
when she's ninety, she can work
for someone else's quarters,
freedom will be her minimum wage
c2005
Julie
Walczesky
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