What can I say, we have all been there, or maybe not...
She stood at the corner of Alter and 13th Street. Just like that, for no reason. There was not much to do on a Sunday afternoon. It was too early for a drink, too early for any action. The streets were departed and that was exactly how she felt deep down inside.
Three year have pasted since they last met up, difficult years no doubt. It wasn’t what she had done during that period that made it so painful. One just learns to cope with a solitary life. Time just like time takes its toll on most people.
She took her poor man’s revenge on that ungrateful son of a bitch. She wanted to make him bleed deep down inside. She had more than a dozen lovers during those years. She went for the whole variety, an all you can eat buffet; a few black men, a few white trash, a few married ones. She even tried two at a time but that just hurt too much after a while. She did not really enjoy any of it, she never really liked sex all that much. She just wanted to piss him off, to get revenge over the betrayal.
When you are hurt, you are just hurt and nothing else really matters. You want the other side to feel your pain at all cost, even if it is you who is suffering.
An old man drove by in a worn down Cadillac. It was he who was more worn than his silver Sedan De Ville. He just looked at her and that was enough. She did not need to listen to his words to realize that he mistook her for a $50 whore. Young or old she figured, all men were all the same.
Finally, he showed up. More than an hour late. He looked thinner than back in those days, back when life seemed more simple, before everything went down the wrong way. As he drove away she once again realized that you can not take back things that you have done. She crossed the street into the parking lot and then slowly walked away.
I Made My Boy Out of Poetry is a powerful literary vision of rare scope, beauty and emotional intensity composed of stories and poems that flow in and out of each other like the most lucid and articulate of dreams. These are portraits and studies of
The bulk of the collection is eight short stories that are set in yesteryear. The compilation is filled out with four entertaining fantasy pieces and three poems.
