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He wanted to write a poem about the women on long island who smoke cigarettes in their suv's with the windows rolled up before walking into yoga
Who hack and curse in downward dog and Debra from the next block over who has strong opinions about Christmas lights after new years says that her body isn't what it used to be but neither is the economy or the bagels at rickmans deli so who really cares
And during Shavasana she brings up the rabbi's daughter who got an abortion last spring and Candy in the corner calls Debra hateful
And the class takes a sharp inhale through the nose and out through the mouth and after class, after Candy rushes home to check the lasagna
Debra lights up a smoke and calls her friend Tammy
So then the girl calls me hateful, hateful can you believe it, what a word, some kind of dictionary bitch over here
So you know what I says, I says you don't know the first thing about hateful, want to know what's hateful?
Menopause.
And it doesn't really matter if Debra actually said that to Candy which she didn't because Tami is so caught up that Candy called Debra hateful, which she did, that next week when Tami runs into Candy while shopping in Rockville center and Candy asked her how she's doing,
Tami will adjust the purse strap on her shoulder and say;
We all have a little call in our stocking candy;
And Candy will shuffle away certain that Tammy knows something about her marriage that she shouldn't and she doesn't she just loves Debra who has a lot of opinions and if Candy have given her a chance to finish her sentence Debra would have talked about the reproductive rights march she went to in the sixties and the counterproductive sex shaming methods of organized religion
I want to write a poem for the women on long island whose words stretch and curl like bubble gum around the forefinger
Who ask if I have a boyfriend and before I answer, they say
Don't do it, don't ever do it
You know my friend Linda, she's a lesbian, like a real lesbian
And whenever I go over there, she lives on Corona over by Merrick by the laundromat, you know what I'm talking about?
Whenever I go over there and see her and her wife, what's her name, I can never remember the girl's name, anyway, whenever I go over there, I says
You know what I need? A girlfriend, that's what I need
The women on long island let their teenage daughters throw parties in the basement while they watched the home network upstairs and keep a bat by the couch in case anyone gets roofied
Even if it's their own son who did the drugging
The women on long island won't put it past any man to be guilty
Even their kin, who after all have their husbands hands and blood
And last week when a girl was murdered while jogging in Queens, the women on long island were startled and furious they did not call to warn their daughters
They called their sons
They sat them at their kitchen table and said
If you ever and I mean ever so much as make a woman feel uncomfortable I will take you to the deli and put your hand in the meat slicer, you think I wont? You hear me?
I will make a hero out of you, with mayonnaise and tomatoes and dill and onions.
I want to write a poem for the women on long island who when I show them the knife I carry in my purse, they said it's not big enough
Who are waitresses, realtors, massage therapists and social workers and housewives and tell me they wish they would have been artists but my life comes fast you know?
One minute you're taking typing classes for your new secretary job in the world trade center and the next it's almost over
Life I mean, but I kicked and screamed my way through it and so will you
I can tell by the way you walk
One more thing, when they call you a bitch, say thank you
Thank you very much
