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Airbags


02.21.14 Posted in today's words by

Tracy Koretsky’s poem Martha Makes Space on the Catwalk appeared here in January 2014.

Airbags
By Tracy Koretsky

Within a swish, Steve Inskeep, the DOW,
……….the NASDAQ; within another:
housing starts. Beyond the brake lights,
……….chap-handed men, toeing
the light post, eyes raised to the massing clouds,
……….their thickening bottoms.
No roofs today. No gutters. LIght, fading
……….though it’s still “Morning Edition,” fading
between a swish and the traffic of people
……….somewhere else when
………………..one man steps out,
………………..his eyes upon me,
………………..fixed upon me,
as if mine were the only white
……….Volvo in Berkeley
with one window down and fog
……….lights up. Staring
a hole through, we would have said as kids,
……….rude perhaps, or fresh. Staring
in a way that alarms J, who growls low until
……….into a mirror too bright to peer into
I mouth, “Hush, little girl,” switch off the swish
……….beneath its light misting, off the roar
from my defroster, off my NATO,
……….my Now Zad, staring still
as the light changes, as he tips back his head
……….and lets the rain come.

 



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