Andrew Hettinger
I never really liked you. You never revealed
yourself to me and why would you: you,
who never had anyone, you, who always
had the bad breaks. Everyone looked at you
as different. Where would you have learned
to trust. Who would you have learned it from.
I never really liked you. I met you through
a friend and he explained to me that multiple
sclerosis left you with a slight limp and a
faint lisp. Faint, under the surface, but there,
traces of something no one would ever
know of you well enough to fully understand.
I never really liked you. You never revealed
yourself to me and I never wanted you to;
you scared me too much. You, plagued with
physical ailments. You, with a limp in your walk.
You, with a patch over your eye. You, who
stared at me for always just a bit too long.
They told me the patch was from eye surgery
with complications and now you had to cover
your shame, cover someone elses mistakes,
cover a wrong you didnt commit, cover a
problem not of your own doing. The problems
were never of your own doing, were they.
I heard these stories and I thought it was sad.
I heard these stories and thought you had to be
a pillar of strength. And then I saw you drink,
straight from the bottle, fifteen-year-old
chianti. And I saw you smash your hand into
your living room wall. This is how you lived.
The house you lived in was littered with
trash. Why bother to clean it up anyway. It
detracted you from the holes in the wall, the
broken furniture from drunken fits. This was
how you reacted to life, to the world. You didnt
know any better. This is how you coped.
I never really liked you. You would come home
from work, tell us about a woman who was
beautiful and smart that liked you, but she
wasnt quite smart enough. And I thought: We
believe anything if we tell ourselves enough.
We weave these fantasies to get through the days.
I never really liked you. Every time you talked
to me you always leaned a little too close. So
I stayed away from the house, noted that those
whom you called friends did the same. I asked
my friend why he bothered to stay in touch.
And he said to me, But he has no friends.
This is how I thought of you. A man who was
dealt a bad hand. A man who couldnt fight
the demons that were handed to him. And
with that I put you out of my mind, relegated
you to the ranks of the inconsequential. We parted
ways. You were reduced to a sliver of my youth.
I received a letter recently, a letter from
someone who knew you, someone who wanted
me to tell my friend that they read in the
newspaper that you hanged yourself. Your
brother died in an electrical accident, and
after the funeral you went to the train station,
and instead of leaving this town you went to a
small room off to the side and you left us forever.
Strangers had to find you. The police had to
search through records to identify your body.
The newspaper described you as having "health
problems." But you knew it was more than that.
And I was asked to be the messenger to my
friend. The funeral had already passed. You were
already in the ground. There was no way he
could say goodbye. I shouldnt have been the one
to tell him this. No one deserved to tell him.
He was the only one who tried to care.
I never really liked you. No one did. But when
I had to tell my friend, I knew his pain.
I knew he wanted to be better. I knew he
thought you were too young to die. I knew he
felt guilty for not calling you. He knew it
shouldnt have been this way. We all knew it.
I never really liked you. But now I cant get
you out of my mind; you haunt me for all the
people weve forgotten in our lives. I dont like
what youve done. I dont like you quitting.
I dont like you dying, not giving us the chance
to love you, or hate you, or even ignore you more.
My friend still doesnt know where your grave is.
Id like to find it for him, and take him to you.
Let you know you did have a friend out there.
Bring you a drink, maybe, a fitting nightcap
to mark your departure, to commemorate a life
filled with liquor, violence, pain and death.
I never really liked you, but maybe we could get
together in some old cemetery, sit on your grave
stone, share a drink with the dead, laugh at the
injustices of life when were surrounded by death.
Maybe then wed understand your pain for one brief
moment, and remember the moments well always regret.
And Im Wondering
Im wondering if theres something
chemical that brings people together,
something that brings people to their
knees, somethings that sucks them in
And Im wondering if youre sensing what Im
sensing, is it just me, am I making this up
in my head, or when I glance up and catch your
eyes, well, are you actually staring at me
And Im wondering if it could work out this
time, if wed have one of those relationships
that no one ever doubts, especially us,
because we know well always be in love
And Im wondering if youd find
my neurotic pet-peeves charming
like how I hate it when someone touches
my belly because Im so self conscious
And Im wondering why you had to tell me
when we happened to be sitting next to each
other that the fact that our legs were almost
touching was making your heart race
And Im wondering why I felt the need
to take your cigarette and inhale, exhale
while the filter was still warm from
your lips, there just seconds before
And Im wondering if a year or two from now,
after weve been going out and should have
gotten to the point where we are bored with
each other and sink into a comfortable rut
if you saw me making macaroni and cheese
in the kitchen using margarine and water
because Im out of milk and Ive got my hair
pulled back and strands are falling into my
eyes and Im wearing an oversized button-down
denim shirt and nothing else, well, what
Im wondering is if you would see me
like this and still think I was sexy
When I glance up and catch your eyes from
across the room, when I see your eyes dart
away, when I feel this chemical reaction, well,
what Im wondering is, can you feel it too
Christmas Eve
we made dinner
fettuccini alfredo
with chicken and duck
vegetables
bread
we ate
couldnt finish everything
we were putting on our coats
getting ready to go
to midnight mass
i decided to pack up
our leftovers
give them
to some homeless people
on the main street
we got in the car
and drove
to broadway and berwyn
i got out of the car
walked over to a man there
asked him if he was hungry
i got the bowl of noodles
and the gallon of milk
out of the car
another man walked over to me
i told them to promise
that they would share
i got in the car
we were just driving
and all i could think of
was these two men
in the cold
eating pasta with their fingers
on Christmas Eve
communication
I
now that we have the information superhighway
we can throw out into the open
our screams
our cries for help
so much faster than we could before
our pleas become computer blips
tiny bits of energy
travelling through razor thin wires
travelling through space
to be left for someone to decipher
when they find the time
II
got into work the other day
and got my messages out of voice mail:
mike trisko left me his pager number
and told me to contact him with some information
mike wright told me to call him at the office
between ten thirty and noon
lorelei jones told me to check my email
because she sent me a message i had to read
so i first returned mike wrights phone call
but he wasnt in, so i left a message with a coworker
and then i dialed the number for mike triskos pager
listened to a beep, then dialed in my own phone number
then i got online, checked my email
read a note from ben ohmart, emptied out the junk mail
realizing i didnt actually get a hold of anybody
i tried to call my friend sheri
but i got her answering machine
so i said,
hi - its me, janet -
havent talked to you in a while -
at which point i realized
there was nothing left to say -
so,
give me a call, we should really
get together and talk
III
sara and i were late for carols wedding rehearsal
which was a bad thing, because we were both
standing up in the wedding
and we were stuck in traffic, and i asked,
sara, you have a cel phone, dont you?
and she said yes
and i asked, well, do you know carols
cel phone number, cause if you do, we can
call her and tell her well be late -
and she said, no - do you know it?
and i said no
IV
I was out at a bar with Dave, and I was explaining to him
why I hadnt talked to my friend Aaron in a while:
You see, we usually email each other,
and when we do, we just hit reply.
when you get an email from someone,
instead of having to start a new letter
and get their email address, you can
just hit the reply button on the email message,
and it will make a letter addressed
to the person who wrote you the letter originally.
so one of us sent the other a letter, and
it had a question at the end,
so i hit reply and sent a response,
with another question at the end of my letter.
so we kept having to answer questions for each other,
and we just kept replying to each other,
sending a letter with the same title back and
forth to each other. well, once i got an email
from him and there was no question at the end,
and so i didnt have to send him a response.
so i didnt. and we never thought
to start a new email to one another.
so we just lost touch.
and then it occurred to me, how difficult it had become
to type an extra line of text, because thats why
i lost touch with him
and then it occurred to me, no matter how many different
forms of communication we have,
well still find a way
to lose touch with each other
V
now that we have the information superhighway
we can throw out into the open
our screams
our cries for help
so much faster than we could before
but what if we dont want to communicate
or forget how
too busy leaving messages, voice mails,
emails, pager numbers
forgetting to call back
what if we forget
how to communicate
VI
i wanted to purchase tickets for a concert
but i was shopping with my sister
and wasnt near a ticket outlet
but my sister said, i have a portable phone,
you can call them if youd like
so she gave me the phone, and i looked
at all these extra buttons, and she said,
just press the power button, but hold it down
for at least four seconds, until the panel lights up,
then dial the number, but use the area code, because
this phone is a 630 area code, then press send.
when youre done with the call, just press end, and
make sure the light turns off.
so i turned it on, dialed the number,
pressed send, pressed my head
against the tiny phone
and the line was busy
and i couldnt get through
VII
i wanted to get in touch
with an old friend of mine from high school,
vince, and the last i heard was that he went to
marquette university. well, that was five years ago, he
could be anywhere. i talked to a friend or two that
knew him, but they lost touch with him, too.
so i searched on the internet, to see
if his name was on a website or if
he had an email address. he didnt.
so i figured i probably wouldnt find him.
and all this time, i knew his parents lived
in the same house they always did, i could just
look up his parents phone number in the phone book,
and call them, say im an old high school friend
of vinces, but i never did. and then i realized why.
you see, i could search the internet for hours
and no one would know that i was looking for someone.
but now, with a single phone call, id make it known
to his family that i wanted to see him enough to call,
after all these years. and i didnt want
him to know that. so i never called.
VIII
now that we have the information superhighway
we can throw out into the open
our screams
our cries for help
so much faster than we could before
but then the question begs itself:
who
is there
to listen
Conversations
a day of grieving, 1/22/94 two
the first death i remember
was a friend of the family
i was five
and i always played with her daughter
our families used to go on picnics together
we were never apart
then one day
they told me
the mother was murdered
no one ever talked about it
to this day
i still dont even know why
she was killed
or who did it
but after that day everything changed
we never spoke of her
like she never existed
we never spoke of our fear
of our pain
and we didnt go on picnics anymore
Coquinas
1
I cant imagine
the number of times
Ive been there
visiting Florida,
Christmas with my parents
a plastic tree
decorated
with sand dollars
and red
ribbons
eating Christmas dinner
listening to Johnny Mathis
and after the Irish coffee,
father with his brandy snifter
in hand
mother and the other
girls
putting away the dishes
the carolers would come,
walking in front of our home
singing We wish you a
merry Christmas
over and over again
we would walk outside
and the cool breeze
almost felt like Christmas
after the hot
humid days
and we would stand on our driveway
smile and nod
you could see down the road
all the candles in
paper bags
lining the street
and for a few lights
the bag
burned
2
and we would take
boat rides
off the coast
my parents and their friends
to a tiny island
dad drinking beer
sometimes steering the boat
Æ40
control
the women sitting together in the shade
worrying about their hair
i would sit at the front
sunglasses, swimsuit and sunburn
feeling the wind
slapping me
in the face
and turning my head away from the boat
into the wind
away from them
to face it again
docking at a shoreline
everyone jumping out
little bags in their hands
the women go looking for shells
the men go barbecue
after an hour or two
the sandwiches, potato chips eaten
the soda and beer almost
gone
we turn around
and head back
we have conquered
3
and I remember
the coquinas
the little shells
you could find them alive
on the beaches north of the pier in
Naples
going to the beach
I would look for a spot
to find them
they were all my own
they burrowed their way into the
sand
to avoid the light
worming their way away from me
I unearthed a group of coquinas once,
fascinated with their color of
their shells, the way
they moved
before they could hide
I collected them
in a jar,
took them home with me
what did you teach me
what have you taught me to do
is this it
is this what it has become
is this what has become of me
of you of us
and I took them home
I added salt water and sand
but I couldnt feed them
I realized soon that they
would die
so I let them
everything was alive and dying
I
I had a dream the other night
I walked out of the city
to a forest
and there were neatly paved bicycle paths
and trash cans every fifty feet
and trash every ten
and then a raccoon came right up to me
she had a few little baby raccoons
following her, it was so cute, I
wish I had my camera
and she spoke to me,
she said, thank you
thank you for not buying furs,
I know you humans are pretty smart,
you have to be able to figure out a way
to keep yourselves warm
without killing me
and I said, you know they dont
do it for warmth,
they do it for fashion, they do it
for power. And she said I know.
But thank you anyway.
II
Then I walked a little further
and there was a stray cat
she still had her little neon collar on
with a little bell
and she walked a few feet,
stretched her front paws,
oh, she looked so darling
and then she walked right up to me
and she said thank you
and I said for what?
And she just looked at me for a moment,
her little ears were standing straight up,
and then she said, you know,
in some countries Im considered
a delicacy. And I said how
do you know of these things?
And she said
when somebody eats one of you
word gets around
and then she looked up at me again
and said, and in some countries
the cow is sacred. Wouldnt they
love to see how you humans
prepare them for slaughter, how you
hang them upside-down
and slit their throats
so their still beating hearts
will drain out all the blood for you
and she said isnt it funny
how arbitrary your decision
to eat meat is?
and I said, dont put me
in that category, I dont eat meat
and she said I know
III
And I walked deeper in to the forest
managed to get away from the
picnic tables and the outhouses
that lined the forest edges
the roaring cars gave way to the
rustling of tree branches
crackling of fallen leaves
under my step
when the wind tunneled through
the wind whistled and sang
as it flew past the bark
and leaves
I walked
listened to the crack of dead branches
under my feet
and I felt a branch against my shoulder
I looked up and I could hear
the trees speak to me,
and they said
thank you for letting the
endangered animals live here amongst us
we do think theyre so pretty
and it would be a shame to see them go
and thank you for recycling paper
because youre saving us
for just a little while longer
weve been on this planet for so long
embedded in the earth
we do have souls, you know
you can hear it in our songs
we cling with our roots
we dont want to let go
and I said, but I dont do much,
I dont do enough
and they said we know
but well take what we can get
IV
and I woke up in a sweat
V
so tell me, Bob Dole
so tell me, Newt Gingrich
so tell me, Pat Bucannan
so tell me, Jesse Helms
if you woke up from that dream
would you be in a sweat, too?
VI
Do you even know why
we should save the rain forest?
Oh preserve the delicate balance,
just tear the whole forest down,
what difference does it make?
Put in some orange groves
so our concentrate orange juice
can be a little cheaper
did you know that medical researchers
have a very, very hard time
trying to come up with synthetic
cures for diseases on their own?
It helps them out a little if they can first
find the substance in nature.
A tree that appears in the rain forest
may be the only one of its species.
Or one like it may be two miles away,
instead of right next to it. I wonder
how many cures weve destroyed
to plant more orange groves.
Serves us right.
VII
You know my motives arent selfless
I know that these things are worthwhile in my life
Id like to find a cure to these diseases
before I die of them
and Im not just a vegetarian
because I think its wrong to kill an animal
unless I have to
I also know the excess protein
pulls the calcium away from my bones
and gives me osteoporosis
and the excess fat gives me heart attacks
and I also know that we could be feeding
ten times more people
with the same resources used for meat production
You know, I know youre looking at me
and calling me an extremist
but Im sitting here, looking around me
looking at the destruction caused by family values
and thinking the right, moral, non-violent decisions
are also those extreme ones
VIII
everything is linked here
we destroy our animals
so we can be wasteful and violent
we destroy our plants
we destroy our earth
were even destroying our air
we wreak havoc on the soil, on the atmosphere
we dump our wastes into our lakes
we pump aerosol cans and exhaust pipes
and you tell me Im extreme
and these animals and forests keep calling out to me
the oceans, the wind
and Im beginning to think
that we just keep doing it
because we dont know how to stop
and deep inside we feel the pain of
all that weve killed
and we try to control it by
popping a chemical-filled pain-killer
we live through the guilt
by taking caffeine, nicotine, morphine
and we keep ourselves thin with saccharin
and we keep ourselves sane with our alcohol poisoning
and when thats not enough
maybe a line of coke
maybe shoot ourselves in the head
in front of the mirror in the master bedroom
or maybe just take some pills
walk into the garage, turn on the car
and just
fall asleep
in the wild
you have no power over anyone else
now that were civilized
we create our own wild
maybe when we have all this power
the only choice we have
is to destroy ourselves
and so we do
headache
whenever i get a headache
its right behind my eyebrows
and its a dull, constant ache
so whenever i say i have a headache
eugene takes my hand
and uses acupressure:
he pushes his thumb
right in the middle of my palm.
the pain disappears almost
immediately. but eventually
i have to tell him to stop
pressing my hand, that my
hand now hurts. he lets go,
and the headache, almost
immediately, comes back.
helping men in public places
so it was new years eve
and we were standing on
forty-second street and
the avenue of the americas
we were a few blocks away
but we had just the right
view of times square. and
yes, there was freezing rain
but i didnt really care, since
i was just in new york for
a few days. it was 10:55, we
still had a long time to wait
standing with i dont know
how many thousands of other
people, some of them were
climbing up the light poles,
all of us pushing forward
into the street, despite the
police officers on horseback
rushing at us back toward
the sidewalk. and our paper
bag fell apart in the rain, so
i let the glass water bottle fall
to the curb, and our friend told
us he needed to go to the
bathroom real bad, you know,
so i told him to go right here
in the street, no one will see
him. but he didnt want to
piss on someones shoes, so
he asked if i had a bottle, so i
picked up the water bottle from
the curb, and when he finished
his job he closed up the bottle
and put it back on the sidewalk.
god, and you, too, getting on
the train after the ball dropped,
more rain and a bottle of
champagne later, saying you had
to go real bad, too, so i pulled
an empty beer bottle from my
coat pocket, you covered the train
window with your coat and i
blocked your view from the aisle
while you took care of the
matter at hand. im amazed that
that bottle didnt tip over on the
train floor during that hour
commute, our first of the new
year, while i slept on your
shoulder. and im amazed that
i ended one year and began
another helping men i know,
in public places, piss into bottles.
he told me his dreams 1
he was walking by the
white hen pantry
on sixth and green
and they turned around the
corner in the car
opened fire on him
he was hit over and over
again; his teeth were
shattered by bullets
he said he died then
and he saw from up above
his bloody body
he even saw his obituary
but then he went back, did it
over again: this time
he was in the doctors
office. Its always like this,
he thinks, always
running away from death
he told me his dreams 4
as he wakes up less
rested than the night before.
I had a dream my teeth
fell out again, he said.
This time they fell out one by
one, first slowly, then faster.
Sometimes they all fall out
at once, sometimes they fall
one row at a time. I try to
stuff them back into my mouth.
What is this supposed to
mean? I dont understand.
I just dont understand these
dreams. What does it mean
when you dream your teeth
fall out, when you dream it
regularly? I think it means
Im afraid of commitment.
No, I said, it means
youre pregnant. That didnt
go over well with him. And he
walked to the washroom,
brushed his teeth, made sure to
floss, like he would four
more times that day
he told me his dreams 9
She said: Do you know that feeling
you get when youre starting
to fall asleep and then suddenly
you feel like youre falling
very quickly and you instantly
wake yourself up? Everyone
gets that feeling sometimes
when they sleep. Did you know
your body does that on purpose?
You see, it happens when youre
very tired and your body starts
to fall into a sleep state at too
fast a speed. Your heart rate,
your breathing shouldnt slow
down that fast. So your body
makes you feel like you fall
so youll wake up, feel a little
tense, and fall asleep more
slowly. He said: No, no, thats
not what Im talking about.
I know that feeling, but
what Im talking about is
being in a dream and going
to the edge of a cliff and jumping.
She said: Well, what happens?
Do you land? He said: Sometimes
I wake up before I land,
sometimes I land gently and
live. Youve never had a dream
like that before? She said:
No. He said: Why do I have
dreams like this? Why this cliff?
Why do I fall? How do I land?
i want
i want a big house with filtered central air
and i want a big lawn so i can recreate nature
and i want a big fence so ill know whats mine
and i want the evergreens trimmed into neat little
balls, because it has to look neat. plant everything
in a row.
and i want to spray chemicals on my lawn
to keep the dandelions away
***
and i want a plastic lobster bib
over my fancy dress at the fancy restaurant
and dont forget the hundred dollar champagne
and i want a big fat car, and i want
someone else to drive it
and i want the two kids, one boy, one girl
and i want a nanny to take care of them for me
i want to be famous
i want everyone to love me
i want it
i want it all
Japanese Television
as reported in the New York Times:
one new television show in Japan
boasts young women in bikinis
who attempt to smash aluminum cans
in between their breasts
another television show in Japan
brings a young boy on stage
to tell him his mother
has been shot and killed
to see how long it takes him
to cry
I wonder what theyd think
of Rosanne
and Married With Children
last before extinction
Now he has so many opportunities.
He has nothing to lose. Why not
come out of the wilderness, attack
everything it sees. Kill something.
Suck the blood out, make him feel
alive for once more. Let them try
to restrain him. He has nothing to lose.
And for now it can fly to the highest
redwood, look out over the world.
Despise the world, the world that made
him be alone, leaving him alone. Who
will carry his name? Who will care
for him when he is old? Who can he
read bed time stories to?
Now it can feel death creeping upon
him, closer and closer. He wants to
scream. He calls upon nature; the
tides rise, earthquakes shatter homes.
He does not feel vindicated. He has lost.
And for now she can swim to the deepest
darkest cave in the Pacific, hide from
the solitude, swim lower and lower;
can she find where all of the other
animals of dying species hide, can she
find them. There must be others. They
can understand, they can live together,
at the bottom of the earth. Could they
show their pain for their species, share
what is left of their love, create a new race?
Soon they will be no more
and we will be taking their bones,
reassembling them, studying their
form, rebuilding their lives, revering
them more than we ever did
in life. This is what it all becomes.
This is what it all boils down to.
Study the bones. Study the mistakes.
Study the bones.
medication
I
I set my alarm for 4:30 instead of 5:30 so I could
roll over, take a pill, and fall back asleep. Id leave two pills on the
night stand with a glass of water every night. I could feel the pain
in my leg, my hand, when I reached over to take the drugs. Id
feel it in my back, too. And sometimes in my shoulder. The
water always tasted warm and dusty. It hurt to hold the pills
in my right hand.
I closed my eyes at 4:32. I hated that damn alarm clock. And
taking the pills early still wouldnt make the pain go away
before I woke up. I knew that. But I took them anyway. And
I tried to fall back asleep. And I dreaded 5:30, when Id have to move.
5:40, I couldnt wait any longer, I couldnt be late, we
couldnt have that, so Id finally swing my legs to the floor.
Id put on my robe and limp into the kitchen. The trip to the
kitchen lasted for hours. And picking up the milk carton from the
refrigerator hurt like hell. This wasnt supposed to be happening,
not to me. Just pour the damn milk. Id wipe the tears from my chin
and sit down for breakfast.
II
The doctor doubled the dosage, and he was amazed
that I needed this much. He told me to follow the directions
strictly, STRICTLY. You cant take these in the morning the way
you have been, hed say. You have to take them with food.
That doesnt help when Im crying from the pain in the morning.
But I could get an ulcer, hed say. And I wouldnt want that.
Of course not. I just wanted the pain to go away.
Take one tablet three times daily, with meals.
Do not drink alcohol while on medication.
Take with food or milk. Do not skip medication.
Do not take aspirin while using this product.
Do not operate heavy machinery. May cause ulcers.
III
All I had to do was get through the mornings. The mornings
were the hardest part. Just take a little more pain, and
by the afternoon it will all be fine. Just fine.
An hour after the pills, and Id start to feel dizzy.
Id stare at a computer screen and it would move, in circles, back and
forth. I wanted to grab the screen and make it stay in place. But
Id look at my fingers and they would go in and out
of focus. Id feel my head rocking forward and backward;
I couldnt hold myself still. Id sit at my desk and my eyes would
open and close, open and close. Before I knew it, ten minutes passed
and I remembered nothing. I could have been screaming
for ten minutes straight and I wouldnt have known it. Or crying.
Or sleeping. Or laughing. Or dying.
I had just lost ten minutes of my life, they were just taken
away from me, ripped away from me, and I could never
get them back.
And I could still feel traces of the pain, lingering in my bones.
IV
Id sit up at night and just stare at the bottle. It was a
big bottle, as if the doctors knew Id take these drugs forever.
Hadnt it been forever already? Id open a bottle, look at a pill.
They looked big too. Pink and white. What pretty colors.
And then Id think: If one tablet, fifty milligrams, could put me
to sleep in the morning, could make me dizzy, could take
a part of my life from me, then think about what the other
thirty-six could do. 1800 milligrams. It could kill me.
I wouldnt want that. Of course not.
But just think, the bottle isnt even full.
May cause ulcers. May cause dizziness. Side effects may vary
for each patient. May cause weight gain. May cause weight loss.
May cause drowsiness. May cause irritability.
Medication may have to be taken consistently
for weeks before expected results. If effects become severe,
consult physician immediately.
V
I began to count. In the mornings I took eight pills:
one multivitamin, one calcium pill, one niacin pill, one
fish oil capsule, one garlic oil pill, and one pink-and-white
pain killer that I was special to have, because you need
a doctors permission to take those. Then I took diet pills:
one starch blocker, one that was called a fat magnet.
As if the diet pills worked anyway. But I still took them.
And then I had to watch the clock, take a pink-and-white
at one in the afternoon, a different pill at five oclock,
another pink-and-white at six oclock, and there was also
usually sinus medication that I had to take every
six hours in there, too. Or was it eight hours? I started to
watch the clock all the time, I bought a pill container
for my purse so that I would always have my medication with me.
When Id feel my body start to ache again, Id look at the clock.
It would be fifteen minutes before I had to take another pill.
My motherMy motherMy mother
We went to see my mother this weekend. You see,
my mother has cancer, and we decided to go
across the country for a weekend to surprise her
and see how she was doing. it was breast cancer,
so it really was the best case scenario, i suppose,
so i managed to put it out of my mind until we actually
had to fly there
The night before i couldnt bring myself to pack. it was
two in the morning when i finally pulled my suitcase out
from the pantry shelf.
i kept telling people at work, well, you see, I have to go
visit my mother because she has cancer, so I have to
miss a few days of work, but I was always able to
say it so matter-of-factly until I had to actually
visit her
In fact, when my sister told me the diagnosis, it
was right around Christmas time, and there was so much
work to do and I still had presents to wrap and a
meal to prepare and Christmas was supposed to be a
happy time
that I managed to postpone even thinking about it until
we all decided to surprise her for a visit. And then I
had to pack. To decide what to take, what to leave
behind, put my life into a little black box with a handle
and wheels, and go
It shouldnt be this way, and I knew that, I knew that I
shouldnt be visiting my mother under these circumstances
and I knew how she never wants to think about bad things
because they always make her cry and this would make her
want to cry and cry because the only reason why were
there is because things are bad
But I wasnt supposed to think that way, things would be
just fine.
So I finished packing at four in the morning and the next
thing I remember is I was on the plane with my sisters,
cracking jokes as we picked up the rental car. and then we
got to mom and dads house
and everyone was so happy to see each other, it was
one big family reunion and we were laughing and talking
and trying to figure out where we were all going
to sleep
and the sisters and dad walked into the front room to
see if the couches were good enough to sleep on or if we
would have to get out an air mattress and I was alone
in the den with mom
so I suddenly became serious and sat down next to her
and asked her how she was really doing. And that is when
she started to cry, saying that the cancer spread, but
what she was most concerned with was the fact that she
didnt want to spoil the time that we came to visit her.
But what I dont think she understood was that we couldnt
have come at a better time, and nothing she could do would
spoil our trip.
more than we should have
when i think of him i usually think about the drinking
actually, i never think of him as drinking
come to think of it
i just think of him as drunk
i cant even remember seeing the drinks in his hand
but his perception of the world is always altered
but someone reminded me tonight
of when he would work outside in the the cold Chicago winters
and he would come back with his moustache frozen
and there would be little icicles hanging
down toward his mouth
and then i thought of
when i waited with him once at the airport
because we were picking up someone
and we sat in the shrimp cocktail lounge
and he drank, and ate, and i waited
and as we left
we tried to pay the expressway toll with pennies
but some of the coins fell onto the street
and we had to throw more change at the machine
we paid more than we should have
im sure we did
new to chicago
Im still new to this city
I know, I know, Ive been here for years
but I havent gone to the Sears Tower Observatory
since my Junior Prom
but when I walk by the First Chicago building
the beams along the north side
sloping up, parabolic pillars curving up to the sky
when I walk by the First Chicago building
I walk up along the side
and lean up against one of the sloping pillars
press my body against the cold concrete
feel the cold against my chin, my breasts, by thighs
and look up along the curve, stretching up towards the sky
you know, these pillares look like race tracks
and I could see something come rushing down that curve
a matchbox car, a race car
a marble, a bowling ball
a two-ton weight
I see the seed, the power, and it
almost makes me afraid to look up
and every time I walk by the First Chicago building
I do the same thing, I do this little ritual
and it feels like the first time
packing
there are too many times
when ive said this before
never thought id really leave you
and now i sit here
in this apartment
popcorn bowl on the cocktail table
eleven thirty at night
the television playing static
it looks too clean in here,
not lived in
so i decide to take a trip
get out of this place
into the bedroom, time to start
packing: two dresses, two
pairs of shorts, shirts, loneliness,
anger, make-up, extra socks
its amazing how much of your life
you can fit in a single suitcase
philosopher at the blue note
he seemed so interested in
philosophy, which seemed strange,
sitting at a bar at about one-thirty
in the morning, it didnt seem
the time or place for philosophy.
but i asked questions anyway,
so do you believe in a god, and
if so do you believe in a mono-
or polytheistic religion? and he
answered by saying that everyone
has a god, whether it be their
soul or an icon they pray to
every night before they go to bed.
and that it doesnt matter what
form the god takes for a person,
because the moral values are
similar in most every religion,
what matters is that we have a god
of one sort or another. that most
people dont pay attention to
their spirituality, who they are
or what they really want.
no, they dont, i thought, and was
amazed that this drunk man
was able to formulate cohesive
thoughts at two-thirty in the
morning. but then, of course, he
had to mention something about
sexuality, and then i realized
that it was all one long, drawn-
out come on, then he asked me
for my phone number and i gave
him a fake one, and then he tried
to kiss me, and i pushed him away
and he ended up running out
of the bar. so much for phil-
osophy, i thought, and i went home
once again, alone with my morals,
or values, or whatever the hell
you want to call them, wondering
if there is anyone out there like me.
She Was a Woman
She was a woman who thought too much.
She was a woman who had dreams.
She was a woman who accomplished everything she set out to.
She was a woman who wore a crown of thorns.
She was a woman who was punished for things she had not done.
She was a woman who was strong.
She was a woman who was beautiful.
She was a woman who was beaten down.
She was a woman who was angry.
She was a woman who would walk into a coworkers office,
stand on a desk and do the twist,
just to relieve corporate boredom.
She was a woman who worked twelve-hour days.
She was a woman who cried at Kleenex commercials.
She was a woman who fought for her rights.
She was a woman who should not have been born.
She was a woman who believed in nothing but herself.
She was a woman who begged to be loved.
She was a woman who deserved more.
She was a woman who picked flowers
from her neighbors yards in the middle of the night.
She was a woman who belched out loud.
She was a woman who laughed too hard.
She was a woman who swore too much.
She was a woman who grew up too fast.
She was a woman who would turn up the stereo
and dance alone in her living room.
She was a woman who read philosophy.
She was a woman who needed a reason.
She was a woman who always saw the irony.
She was a woman who demanded perfection.
She was a woman who was always looking for something else.
She was a woman who would jump on hotel beds
every time she travelled and booked a room.
Because it was hers. Because she could.
She was a woman who hated how she looked.
She was a woman who wanted to be better.
She was a woman who hated to lose control.
She was a woman who planned everything.
She was a woman who always had to feel secure.
She was a woman who never played drinking games,
because she never needed an excuse to drink.
She was a woman who showed off her legs.
She was a woman who raised the pitch of her voice
when she was asking for something.
She was a woman who talked to her cat in a baby voice.
She was a woman who could not eat something she could not kill.
She was a woman who wrote letters to the editor.
She was a woman who went to the manager
when the service was bad.
She was a woman who liked making waves.
She was a woman who wrote poetry.
She was a woman who could drink most men under the table.
She was a woman who loved dirty jokes.
She was a woman who seldom crossed her legs.
She was a woman who worked on eight different projects
at once, and still managed to get them all done on time.
She was a woman who never asked for help.
She was a woman who always had the answers.
She was a woman who admired ability.
She was a woman who did everything to extremes.
She was a woman who wanted to be alive.
She was a woman who was never satisfied.
She was a woman who was always trying.
She was a woman who was always.
She was a woman who was.
She was a woman who
She was a woman.
She was a
She was.
the carpet factory, the shoes
i heard a story today
about a little boy
one of many who was enslaved
by his country
in child labor
in this case
he was working
for a carpet factory
he managed to escape
he told his story
to the world
he was a hero at ten
put the people from the factory
held a grudge
and today i heard
that the little boy
was shot and killed
on the street
he was twelve
and eugene complains to me
when i buy shoes
that are made in china
now i have to think
did somebody
have to die for these
will somebody have to die
for these
the state of the nation
my phone rang earlier today
and I picked it up and said hello
and a man on the other end said,
Is this Janet Kuypers?
and I said, Yes, it is, may I ask
who is calling?
and he said, Yeah, hi, this is
George Washington, and Im sitting here
with Jefferson and we wanted to
tell you a few things. And I said
Why me? And he said Excuse me,
I believe I said I was the one
that wanted to do the talking.
God, thats the problem with
Americans nowadays. Theyre so
damn rude. And I said, You know,
you really didnt have to use
language like that, and he said,
Oh, Im sorry, its just Ive been
dead so long, I lose all control
of my manners. Well, anyway, we just
wanted to tell you some stuff. Now,
you know that we really didnt have
much of an idea of what we were
doing when we were starting up
this country here, we didnt have
much experience in creating
bodies of power, so I could understand
how our Constitution could be
misconstrued
and then he put in a dramatic pause
and said,
but when we said people had
a right to bear arms
we meant to protect themselves
from a government gone wrong
and not so you could kill
and innocent person
for twenty dollars cash
and when we said freedom of
religion we included the separation
of church and state because freedom
of religion could also mean freedom
from religion
and when we said freedom of speech
we had no idea youd be
burning a flag
or painting pictures of Christ
doused in urine
or photographing people with
whips up their respective anatomies
but hell, I guess weve got to
grin and bear it
because if we ban that
the next thing theyll ban is books
and we cant have that
and I said, But there are schools
that have books banned, George.
And he said Oh.
too far
When he met me
he told me
I looked like
Kim Basinger
long blonde locks
but as time
wore on I knew
I wasnt her
and I could never
be her and I was
never good enough
thin enough
pretty enough
I got a perm
straightened my
teeth
bought a wonder
bra but it wasnt
doing the trick
I bought slimfast
used the stair
stepper ate rice
cakes and wheat
germ but I wasnt
thin enough I
only dropped
twenty pounds
so I went to the
spa got my skin
peeled soaked
myself in mud
wrapped myself
in cellophane
bought the amino
acid facial creams
but I knew they
didnt really
work so I went to
the doctor got my
nose slimmed
my tummy stapled
my thighs sucked
thought about
getting a rib or two
removed
like Cher
but I figured
theyve got to
be there for
something
and hey, thats
just going
too far
transcribing dreams 3
I was walking into your living room
and there was a ten-gallon fish
tank there. You just bought it. You
were looking at the fish, thats when
I walked over. And I saw a shark
fish in the tank, one about eight
inches long, and he was at the bottom,
killing and eating a four-inch fish.
There were other one-inch fish
swimming at the top, neon tetras,
small things. And I walked over and
the shark was just eating the four-
inch fish, and soon he was completely
gone. And you were just looking,
you could do nothing to save the fish.
And then another four-inch fish
came out of hiding from behind a plant
on the left side of the tank, and he
darted around. It looked like he was
in a state of panic, maybe he breathed
the blood of the other four-inch
fish, his ally, his family. And he
started darting around the tank, and
the shark was just sitting at the
bottom of the tank, and the other
four-inch fish darted more. And then
the shark opened his mouth, and in
a darting panic, the four-inch fish
swim straight into the sharks
mouth. All he had to do was close
his mouth and swallow the fish whole.
There was no fight, like with the
first one. There was no struggle.
And I looked over at you, and you
were amazed that this shark just ate
your two fish, which were probably
over ten dollars each, and that they
didnt just get along in the tank
together. And I looked at the tank,
and I saw the one-inch neon tetras
darting around along the top of the
water. They knew they would be
victims later, trapped in this little
cage, and that the shark would just
wait until he was bored until he
administered his punishment. I
wanted to ask you why you
bought all of these different-sized
fish and expected them to live together
peacefully. Maybe you didnt even
realize that the shark would need
more food than he was prepared to
buy him. Besides, a shark that size
shouldnt even be alone in a tank as
small as ten gallons. He needs room
to grow. But before I could say
anything, I saw the shark swim to
the top of the water, push his head
and nose out of the water, open the
lid to the top of the aquarium. You
werent looking, so I told you to
look to the top, and not to get too
close. And the shark just sat there,
looking at you, and it looked as if
he wanted to show you what a good
eater he was. It was almost as if
he was looking to you for approval.
warren stories
i heard this story about this fat woman
who sat naked on a pork chop bone once
and didnt notice when it lodged itself
among her folds of fat. years later,
when she felt a sharp pain, and the doctors
couldnt figure out what it was, they opened
her up and found the pork chop, and realized
that her skin just eventually grew over it.
Kurt Irons
(its just a girl)
Kurt Irons
while drinking
drove a stolen
truck
straight
into another
truck
and killed
a woman
according to
police
reports,
Kurt Irons
was
surprised
by the arrest
by the fact
that he was
charged
with
vehicular
homicide
Kurt Irons
was quoted
as saying
dudes
its just a
girl,
man
its a girl -
nothing
but a
girl
bizarre sexual stories in the news
from the los angeles times:
two gay men, during sexual activity,
decide to push a live hampster into
the anal cavity of one of the men.
however, after they realized they
couldnt get the hampster out, they
tried to figure out what to do. the
man without the hampster inside
him decided to light a match to see
if he could see where the hampster
was. so man-without-hampster is
perched underneath man-with-
hampster, and lights a match right
under man-with-hampsters anus.
at that time man-with-hampster
passes wind, and it causes a small
streak of fire to jump out and singe
the man-without-hampsters eye-
brows and facial hair. however,
because there was gas in the anal
cavity, the fireball then shot into
the man-with-hampster, circled
around the hampster, burning the
inside of the man-with-hampster.
Furthermore, the gas change and
pressure shot the hampster out
of the man-with-hampsters anus
and into the man-without-hampsters
face, breaking his nose.
white knuckled
The hot air was sticking
to her skin almost pulling
tugging at her very
flesh as she walked
outside down the
stairs from the train
station. Just then a
breeze hot and
sticky hit her
in just the wrong
way, brushed against her
lower neck, and she
felt his breath again,
not his breath
when he raped
her, but his stench
hot rank
when he was
just close to her.
Her breath quickened,
like the catch of her
breath when she has
just stopped
crying. All the emotion
is still there not
going away. She
walks to the bottom
of the stairs, railing
white-knuckled by her
small tender hands,
the hands of a child,
and that ninety degree
breeze suddenly
gives her a
chill. They say when
you get a chill it means
a goose walked
over your grave.
She knows better. She knows
that it is him
walking, and that
he trapped that child in
that grave