“Why are you staring, no emotion?”
I want to write about:
Thick beet green leaves.
Baseball-size avocados falling to dry ground,
She bending to gather them.
The blood red and buttery white sunsets over northern Tamaulipas.
But these durable natural joys slip past,
And I blurt:
“Can’t get the horrible Texas Legislature’s attacks on women’s health
Out of mind.
Fucking god-damn white men, mostly old, some young.”
There, I explained my stony face.
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, early Februaary 2013