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Still Life #3
maybe we should just write
and see what happens
and what if something does?
could we live with ourselves
if nothing did?
nothing has in such a long time
and yet that’s a lie too
didn’t you just laugh, smile
contemplate slicing my throat
as you reached for the butter knife
to cut up the pancakes?
and what if you had
sliced up my throat,
that is?
just as the transit bus
roared past
with cheers in the background
from the football game on the TV
rising in synchronized timing
the diner fans twirling
above the counter,
a fly darting between
its own negotiations
and the sloshing of the waitress
putting away the day’s last pitcher
of iced tea
did you notice the evening clouds
the multicolored patches of sky hemmed
against a blanket of crimson?
or the man walking down the street
his sunburnt cheeks
his aqua green Spanish-Basque eyes
veined with the need for a cure?
in just the minute that passed
the day went from dusk to night
sometimes nothing
is what happens
as the world wobbles by
like now when the three men
at the other end of the counter trade jokes
the punch lines and the laughter
for themselves alone
you and I
are a juke box
of sad stories
and we’re down
to our last quarter
Editorial note: “Still Life #3” was published in Sagrado in fall 2013.
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