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nana
by Brian Hughes

Monday, February 15, 2010
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in the ol' days
she'd kill rats with her hands,
and beat up most
any guy fool enough to try her.

and she was mostly afraid of everything:
trains-
automobiles-
elevators-
Manhattan-
and thunder,
for which she'd
cower in the bathroom-
telling me how her father always
told she and her
eleven brothers and sisters that
thunder was an
angry god-
angry and fed up at how they were behaving.

and in the bicentennial year of our country
she lost her husband-
the grief was arduous, long, and
lasting.
and it's my good brother who
takes care of his resting place.

and when i paid a visit to nana-
she stood
leaning over the
window sill - from the
third floor-
catching a shadow of myself with
her cataract vision-
and every now and then
eye a sliver of world bustling
about on tuckahoe rd.

 

mostly
she'd visit with the world through
rapid fire images on
the her television set

 

and she missed the toilet occasionally-
but who hasn't.
and I kidded her
all the time about
the young men she was keeping
as she
instinctively opened up
another pack of cigarettes

 

she'd walk from
the dining room to
the living room to
the bathroom
and back to the
living room
then back again to the dining room

 

to ruminate-
on what?

on brothers and sisters dead-
on her son who never calls her-
on her bitchin' back ache-
and that son-of-a-bitch bastard carl, who
left evelyn on her favorite soap opera

 

occasionally-
ever so softly-
she'd pass wind and
i'd applaud her!
"ain't i allowed to fot?" she'd explain-
"yes! by all means! do it again!"
"smoke has to come out of every chimney, right?" she'd ask.

 

she was a simpleton-
from immigrant parents-
but no idiot.
she had enough love in
her five foot, 200lb frame as she
had pasta and nicotine

 

she ate, shit, smoked, slept, waited, and
watched television-
and she did that time and
time again

she was love incarnate
my nana-
signora laura rella of bari

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