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Monday, November 29, 2010
Views from the stoop
Your body and soul will sit on separate stoops
chewing the same piece of gum. --Charles Simic
Yes, I know those stoops. Each of them.
The one where the body sits trying to draw out the last bit of flavor from a stick of gum that gave it up yesterday. But it's peppermint and she might walk by, so it pays to be prepared.
Meanwhile, the soul gave up on the gum a while back. It doesn't even know the jaw is still chewing. The soul instead traces the edge of the building, from the trash cans, past the hanging laundry, up to where the rooftop meets the gray-lit evening and wants to shake hands, has its arm outstretched, but the skyline puts forth a fist to say, 'pound it, dawg.'
Skylines have always been more hip than rooftops. Especially seen from the stoop.