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SUBWAY TRILOGY
by Jerelyn Craden

Sunday, August 27, 2006
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Conversations on a subway.

I.

Paints, Brushes, Paper, Charcoal


He’s only nine, but he’s a
genius
You should see the way he draws
Mickey Mouse
Looks just like him
everybody says so
My husband, he took it
down to work
It’s hangin’ there and everyone knows
Mikey drew it
Everyone says what a genius
he is
and they all hope he gets better
Poor baby
My Mikey, God –
my Mikey

He loves to paint and draw
Thank God he found something to
pass the hours in that hospital
bed
A boy should be outside playing –
riding a bicycle,
skinning his knees
laughing
You should see him
laugh
Everyone should see my Mikey
laugh
I’ve seen other kids
laugh
I got two older ones, but not like
Mikey

Everything he does
he does with so much
more
When he hugs me, ten arms surround
me
His skin is so
warm
His kisses so
soft
And when he cries, oh God,
God help me
ulcerated colitis, that’s what he’s got

Mickey Mouse isn’t all he paints
Minnie, Donald Duck
Even a picture of his nurse Miss Landers
She cried when she saw it
She cried

These things in my bag?
Paints, brushes, paper, charcoal
“Charcoal?” I said
“You want to make a fire in your bed, Mikey?”
He laughed
You should have seen my Mikey
laugh
My Mikey
My poor baby

II.

Cans

Cans
That’s what’s in these bags
cans
all kinds
Bargains
good bargains
I travel fifteen subway stops
catch a bus
then another bus
Good bargains
in the paper --
corn and beans
She don’t eat meat so I buy her
vegan beans
and toilet paper,
twenty-two cents a roll
Downtown – thirty-three
Maybe


Cans
All my life I been in
cans
I had my own store once
Nobody had better prices
I taught my son about
cans
Then he had a store and I put cans on his
shelves
Now she needs
cans
She’s eighteen and works all day
Who has time to go hunting for bargains?
Me, her grandfather
I come to her two
three times a week with
cans
The first time I did it
she cried
I don’t know
why

My wife’s dead one year next
April
She was pretty like my grand-daughter
She used to visit me in the
store
People came from all over to buy from
me
Especially old people

There was this old man came in two
three times a week
He took subways,
buses
He came from miles away just to save a couple pennies
His wife was dead
His son and daughter were too busy for him
He had nothing else to do
nowhere to go
His grandchildren saw him seldom
Nobody wanted an old man who kept
forgetting things
burning things
crying all the time
Nobody wanted anything from him
except his
cans

III.

Dough

You won’t guess
so
I’ll tell you
It’s dough
just dough
The flour kind
with
eggs, oil, a pinch salt
My Beckie loves it --
my grand-daughter
She says, “Bubbie,
nobody makes dough like you”
That’s probably true
I don’t use a recipe
No recipe for
nothin’
According to her, she can’t
find no cookies
or turnovers
like I make any place because of my
dough
I don’t know
I guess it’s different

I’d do anything for
Beckie
You should see her
She’s like an angel
Eyes like
raisins
Skin like powdered
sugar
And her personality?
She could make flatbread
rise

If I could, I’d give her my
recipe
but
my mama taught me without
I make a hole in the flour
drog an egg
mix with my fingers

Today I bring her
dough
We’ll bake together
Laugh together
Maybe I could show her from scratch
But if I give her my
recipe
Beckie,
maybe she won’t call me
so
much
anymore

Vessie Flamingo

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Reviewed by Axilea MU 12/16/2007
Beautiful writing, the way it flows, captures the reader's attention, it's really remarkable.

Great character studies, sketches by a skilled artist.

Axilea
Reviewed by Simon Barreiros 10/20/2006
These are lovely. Things to learn on a subway, rather than isolating and looking into space. Our time is only as special as we make it, and you seem to really be in every moment.
Nice work,
simon b
Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater 9/8/2006
Three very delightful conversations in which I feel like I know these people intimately. Wonderful character sketches trilogized in poetry. I feel like I don't want to get off the train. Keeping dialogue flowing and versed in the news of the day teaches us about one another. Nice work, Jerelyn...Mikey brought a trilogy of tears to my eyes...

Sage
Reviewed by Tami Ryan 9/5/2006
I love what you did with these conversations. Excellent piece, thank you.

Tami
Reviewed by Dove JoAnne Cromp (Reader) 8/27/2006
You are TRULY blessed Jerilyn...Thanks for sharing this--

Eternal Love, Dove
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader) 8/27/2006
At least with paper can dough... not funny huh, but all these are a delight, at 2 am my brain is out of sight...
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