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Harlem Globetrotters Fault

by Kathy Polenberg

I waited
sat on the ground outside of
my work watching
my saturday rabbit swallowed
pulverized grass
with smooth brown fur his
eyeglass hinge delicate jaw working
beautiful
we waited
on a stock car rumbly
old man
our saturday jogger john
who ran over and folded
puffing on his delicate knees
he breathed
out between blue road
mapped thighs
chunks of exhaust up his ass
on our beautiful grass
and worked legs
that he burned on his
lucky day
accidentally he showed us his scars
because the old always are

gripping at their fabric
gathering up their hems

he had lost - or rather -
the Harlem Globetrotters had cost him
three toes because
he had gotten off work for their show
and still had time
to set fire to an ant hill
in his yard

one saturday

he left us feeling hard in
the grass my rabbit
and me couldn't see waiting
for him anymore

we said
unhinged like on fire:
why the fuck we sit here for?

run beautiful

Feb. 2008

102

***BIO*** Kathy Polenberg is a NJ artist and member of the Unemployed Parade Poetry Team reading monthly in the darker public corners of the jersey shore.

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