Sunday, October 24, 2010
Poem: Security Issues
I’m headed to a church event with Kathy Schwartz,
except I’ve forgotten something, like a blouse.
You know I’m going to be mocked, so I steal
her coat and somehow tear a lapel as if someone’s
died. And then I lose her in a department store
but first steal her hat. I’m broke. We meet up
in a hilly neighborhood, south-of-the-boulevard-like,
the boulevard being Ventura, which flies across
the San Fernando Valley like a spear. Jangling keys
wake me. My neighbor has trouble locking her door.