Felix
I apologize,
I’m sorry.
Little things bother me
like hot pink walls
in subway cars.
Macy’s big shoes
Bigstore
allover sale wallpaper
plastered head to toe
in Grand Central,
and your fruit stand.
I’m sorry to have to tell you,
but it’s the last time
I’m gonna buy your fruit; I mean,
I want to support you
No walls or floor or store to speak of,
just a shitty umbrella over
a failing pyramid
of milk crates
with the fading logo
of a has-been bank;
I mean
it’s my kind of commerce
but let’s face it
your oranges are rotten
your persimmons never ripe
And then there’s Felix
who has to stand there
handless
stuffed inside a sandwich board
” Please can you help me
with some spare change
I am raising money to buy myself hands “
Stuck on the platform of the one train,
just to beg for the Pity;
I mean generosity of strangers,
to buy himself limbs,
(to work for a living?)
Oh and let me guess
now we’re pretending
to be civilized,
putting a European tone
in the subway.
You have got to be kidding.
I still can’t hear a thing.
(A Poem by Suzanne Goldenberg)
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