flyguy69
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Fly 2::3
I.
Why do you smell the paper? Mary asks.
Mary Small White Man, whose name probably means
something ironic, but I refuse to discuss it.
I want to know how it got here.
She shakes her head. It came in an envelope.
Outside air is thick like shampoo I think I could fall
fifteen stories
like a pearl but it is an illusion: there is nothing
to stop me. Below
eighteen wheels creep north, concentrating
at O’Hare. Paper planes blink their electric, gravid
bellies. Jet fuel streaks the sky.
II.
At Rocky Boy they’re starving
for money. Our Savior’s Lutheran Food Pantry
makes you sign a form: I haven’t been here
for 3 months. Christ the Redeemer says
Wednesdays Hot Meal but the line is longer
than the food.
You go to school today?
.....No.
Why not?
.....Heenu is sick.
She send you over here?
.....Yeah.
You take this plate home. Tell her to make you go tomorrow.
.....OK.
The cook tics the paper.
Bill One Horn shows a college degree
on an adhesive hook stuck
to the wall by his desk. Most expensive paper
I ever saw, he grins. I should put it on eBay.
I grin, too. We drive his truck passed the Boys & Girls Club
closed two years but left a nice basketball court.
Around many hills we turn down one
and squeak the doors open at a trailer with many dogs.
Open up, we’re ‘skins! Bill yells after silence.
On the Frito bag-less table we write name and
date of last Dr. visit for everyone
under twelve which is everyone
except one.
III.
Paperwork is like commodity
oatmeal: gooey and gray and maybe as good
for you, too. Bill pushes
his pen through it all and finds
a stamp and gas and a mailbox
for every agency reaching down to help
themselves feel better which is
three this week.
IV.
In Federal hands the paper moves
quickly and spills its guts all over
the silent table. Application sixteen is missing
the evaluation phase so we can’t know
if resources are accounted for. Recommend deny.
I am ready to deny but the paper smells
faintly of grease and gasoline and I remember I have not eaten anything
since the airport in Minneapolis.
I.
Why do you smell the paper? Mary asks.
Mary Small White Man, whose name probably means
something ironic, but I refuse to discuss it.
I want to know how it got here.
She shakes her head. It came in an envelope.
Outside air is thick like shampoo I think I could fall
fifteen stories
like a pearl but it is an illusion: there is nothing
to stop me. Below
eighteen wheels creep north, concentrating
at O’Hare. Paper planes blink their electric, gravid
bellies. Jet fuel streaks the sky.
II.
At Rocky Boy they’re starving
for money. Our Savior’s Lutheran Food Pantry
makes you sign a form: I haven’t been here
for 3 months. Christ the Redeemer says
Wednesdays Hot Meal but the line is longer
than the food.
You go to school today?
.....No.
Why not?
.....Heenu is sick.
She send you over here?
.....Yeah.
You take this plate home. Tell her to make you go tomorrow.
.....OK.
The cook tics the paper.
Bill One Horn shows a college degree
on an adhesive hook stuck
to the wall by his desk. Most expensive paper
I ever saw, he grins. I should put it on eBay.
I grin, too. We drive his truck passed the Boys & Girls Club
closed two years but left a nice basketball court.
Around many hills we turn down one
and squeak the doors open at a trailer with many dogs.
Open up, we’re ‘skins! Bill yells after silence.
On the Frito bag-less table we write name and
date of last Dr. visit for everyone
under twelve which is everyone
except one.
III.
Paperwork is like commodity
oatmeal: gooey and gray and maybe as good
for you, too. Bill pushes
his pen through it all and finds
a stamp and gas and a mailbox
for every agency reaching down to help
themselves feel better which is
three this week.
IV.
In Federal hands the paper moves
quickly and spills its guts all over
the silent table. Application sixteen is missing
the evaluation phase so we can’t know
if resources are accounted for. Recommend deny.
I am ready to deny but the paper smells
faintly of grease and gasoline and I remember I have not eaten anything
since the airport in Minneapolis.