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\n<\/strong>
\nA taste for Southern Comfort. Umbrellas:
\ntwo in a week when I was down
\nto eight bucks in the bank halfway
\nto payday and rain in the forecast, tail
\nend of a hurricane that blew
\nthrough Cuba, kissed the coast
\nof Florida and ricocheted into Philly
\nwhere its gray buttocks of sky squatted
\nover us for days. I tied a garbage bag
\nturban style, swanned past
\nthe row of four-star restaurants
\non Walnut Street, imagining I
\nwas a forties movie queen shooting
\na scene on a wet set. Next payday, I dropped
\nseventy bucks on a steak and a bottle
\nof rose, something French
\nand unpronounceable, curly
\non the tongue. The sun
\nwas out. I forgot
\nabout rain and sweet
\nwhiskey thick
\nin my throat.<\/p>\n
\n<\/strong>
\nSummer before last I parked cars at
\nthe country club\u2014high-class rides with seats
\nsofter than a baby\u2019s face, as wide as beds.
\nMen in white dinner jackets dropped tips
\nin my palm, told me to watch myself
\nwith their brand new Caddies or else.
\nMy boss called me kid<\/em> if we weren\u2019t busy,
\nhey,<\/em> asshat<\/em> when we were, threw keys
\nat me. I used to pretend those cars were mine
\nand the world was my kingdom: the dimes
\nriding heavy in my pocket, the wives
\nwho smelled of smoke and roses, the chime
\nof ice against glass, the sprinklers tossing
\nsilvery coins of water to the grateful grass.<\/p>\n
\n<\/strong>
\nWhat did I know about sex? Nothing
\nbut what I\u2019d learned in eighth grade
\nhealth class: the proper names
\nfor private parts I located
\nand labeled on a cartoon girl:
\nher uterus a lima bean, ovaries a pair
\nof acorns pinioned in the twin trunks
\nof her Fallopian tubes. I aced every quiz
\nthat year but knew nothing
\nof the body, its boggy smells and odd
\ntopographies, though I pretended to,
\nlike a tourist who\u2019d experienced Paris
\nthrough a car window. What did I know
\nabout blow job<\/em>? I understood it literally
\nas an occupation. My first night at work
\nI surveyed all of his avenues and alleys, mapped
\nevery crack and bump. I kissed him
\npink, held on a high whole note, long
\nenough to set every dog in town to howling.<\/p>\n
\n<\/strong>
\na zinc pig is God.
\nWitness this rosary<\/p>\n
\nalong a linoleum floor.<\/p>\n
\nbreaks.<\/p>\n
\nher back her face.<\/p>\n
\ncellar in winter.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"