By jill (jills@wam.umd.edu)
Date: 7 July 2000
walk of shame/bensonhurst morning
my head hung low in stark contrast to the what the sun is hitting,
the streets and flooded bright and the concrete gives off a glare.
so i have to shake the night off long enough
to look around at what is going on.
so the old men are tending to their tomatoes,
and the kids are watching cartoons that blare from living rooms.
and love has left me, but not for long
because i know i will be back soon.
i am walking in the middle of the kind of domesticity that
gets in you, and settles rather than scares.
i would like to think i could give up these walks of shame
for a starter home and corner deli.
i will water my grass,
and forget that the train rumbles overhead.
i will have a gaudy icon in the yard to greet you
and the kids will run rampant and trample the flowers.
but it's all love by then
so you just plant again.
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