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Yup, poetry. Two of them, to be precise.
The first was written in 1990 for a certain tv show. Intended to suggest the words of a certain still-living character expressing his love for his also still-living enamorata. Never used.
MGM Love Poem
I had no thought for Love,
Nor love for me. The stars
Still shone, the rivers ran
Ere I met her. Yet these now show
Themselves anew. The world
Has been reformed, for now
The stars are made complete by her
The rivers run at her command
And I myself am only whole
When she takes hold my hand.
The second was written in 1985, after the death of my mother.
Epazote, an Herb
Used to be a mystery
Down there on Fourteenth Street
Terra Incognita. You made it part of
Our mental map: the place to get
A tortilla press
Jalapenos, serranos and poblanos.
Everyone there spoke Spanish
Your French was useless with them.
They still told you where everything was.
We would enter the store,
Lists in hand, your wide blue writing
Raiding another climate to take home booty for dinner
We would laugh
At the oddly printed labels
At the strange dried plant parts
At the mystery of it all
You, my mother.
They have epazote now,
All your life
You never tasted it. We planted
Some in Central Park
Once, when I was nine
Me watching for cops, a mother
And young son, obviously planting
Marijuana. The epazote never grew.
When I saw it,
Cellophane packages behind the register,
I wanted to buy it all
Race back into your hospital room
Put some on your tongue
So you’d die
Having known how it tasted.