—Susan Gevirtz
Unable. Unnamable. It
was like that. I recognize
the face of he who does
not sound like a decent
person. It is not simply
that we frolic. I have
just come to know
better than to different-
iate so cleanly, better
than to leave first and
second (and third)
impressions anything
but malleable, just a
thing to work with.
The have of a wonder-
ful time predates the
sausage. It predates
the elements within,
which reach back
as far as the elements
without. I grew up
half a block away
from the element-
ary school with no
kindergarten, no
radon on its singular
periodic table. And
despite our bouts
with rabies from the
occasional rusty nail,
oxidization did not
exist in those days;
and American flags
weren’t the only
things fondly wav-
ing each other down.
