Friday, May 15, 2015
Other
I know it’s a statistical impossibility, but everyone
else in the waiting room of Baltimore’s Amtrak Station
is Chinese.
When my New York train is called, I gather my things
and join the line going down the stairway to the tracks.
They’ve beaten me to it, the old people the fastest!
Those lingering about the rear look like menacing
wrestlers, but are most polite.
“We ask, please, you get other train.”
Labels: Baltimore, New York, politeness, racial prejudice
Monday, January 21, 2013
In Baltimore
Blinky had a condition that, when he became tense,
hair would grow audibly. Sometimes it came up from
his chest and tickled under the chin.
At first, he didn’t know if meeting Jennie-Lil was a
good thing, but they were making a go of it.
Hers popped out on the back of her hands.
After, following the arms. With surgical gloves,
no one would notice till it got there.
Today she’ll come for the last quarter of the
Ravens game from her shift at St Agnes.
He’ll cut the sound, then, for both to listen.
Labels: Baltimore, hair, medical condition, Ravens
