This morning I’m reading
twenty years of notes on so many
small pieces of paper piecing together
what my book is about
a human place
more than beautiful
and people so many
people with stories
so many unexpected stories
like this one I found
on the back of an envelope
from a while ago.
(I think the book’s about love.)
Here’s the poem.
At The Supermarket
We ran into Shmulik
now Sid, gay Hasid, born in Munsey,
Jerusalem of New York State
a
ccording to Sid. He was buying
Two for one Bounty paper towels
for his shaved head religious mother.
Sid said she loves Bounty. Sid also said
he is finally really he means it now
in love. They met online and then
in body in Tupelo, Mississippi.
Jim is 20 years younger but Hasidim
said Sid don’t mind age differences.
Jim is studying to be a cosmetologist.
He likes big hair. So does Sid.
“It’s not about sex,” he said.
“Invite me for tea. I’ll tell you
how I know for sure.”
The improbable is hypnotic.
Maybe we could write poetry to this... or a yoga flow...