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Back in the familiar wilderness
of tattoo parlors and auto parts
stores, the cheap motels where
there’s always a vacancy, the streets
so dry and sunny you can almost feel
the dirt and grime with your eyes
when you blink, and the teenagers
with their stained shirts and the random
fucks and shits and blow jobs that spill
from their mouths as a substitute for
speech. It’s the quiet boredom of the
normal, non-existential, nothingness
that kills them, that kills me. The boy
who’s the scared misfit with a lisp
and gawking eyes when he talks to us,
when he asks us questions, turns down
the corners of his mouth, squints his eyes
even in the shade and says nothing as he
looks to the ground in an effort to fit in
with the fucks and shits and blow jobs.
This is not bravery nor is it cowardice,
this is neither infamy nor avarice, but
might there be a word for it other than
survival? A sense of accomplishment,
more and other, than that of being alive?
So I look at them looking at me, wide-eyed
like first rides on a roller coaster, thirsty
like summer afternoons with no prospects,
their arms by their sides, their hands empty;
because what tears us down creates us,
and what we tear down creates the stones
we throw, each morning, into the dirty
winding river, ready to shine, ready
to walk the jagged gravel road home.
Copyright 2017 Jose Padua
Photograph by Jose Padua
Beautiful and affecting…sometimes i see a stranger in a crowd, usually a youth, as described, and I feel a twinge akin to dread…a fear of what he might become; what life has done to him already and what he might do to himself or to others. Our own experiences, of course, stain our perceptions of others. What can we really know? Can’t wait till his book is available; already ordered!
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Thank you, Leo! I do often find myself considering the whole lives of those I know only briefly or through the slimmest of connections, and marveling at how much there is in the world that I can never fully know.
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