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VALERIE MACEWAN
When My Cousins Come Down from Ohio

Six blocks to downtown,
	past St. Peter's
Evans St. Fish Market...Atlantic Ocean smells and seagulls pushing 
	the envelope
		grabbing mullet from the back of a truck.

Coffee tin of worms, bamboo pole,
two white buckets, one for the catch,
	one for a chair.		
Snatches of conversations when we stride by, struggling for aerobic 
fitness while others
	sit on buckets and relax,
	watching mullet jump.				
I've got a wife
       and a good paying job
			and here I am,
				trying to eat Beanie Weenies.

He's selling the pop-up camper, 
	wants to buy Muscovie Ducks and raise 'em.
						...No, in the side yard.

When the police got to Bill's Hot Dogs, 
they found the man
	sitting in his car

Officer Lee spotted him first, they said,
and told that the hot dog was in his pants pocket.  
	It was in today's paper.
Charged him with larceny from a convenient store.

The cousins turn to me, winded and sweaty, 
	We couldn't live here, 
		there's nothing to do

...is this it?


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VALERIE MACEWAN
part 09 :  When My Cousins Come Down from Ohio

This sidewalk along the river and the backs of old 
	buildings full of 
dead businesses?  These damn seagulls crapping 
	on everyone's head and 
car? They fry chicken at the gas station for God's sake, 
	sell food at the gas station.
And what's that smell...fish? 
	How does your mother stand it, 
		is she OK here? 
She can come with us for a while, 
we'll take her to the ballet, maybe 
I can get Richard to sit through an opera

...if it's for her, he 
might... 

I've still got my bridge club, you know she loves bridge...

	...Death was on him because he was so mean.
			I heard she shot him four times in the back
	...Don't matter how many times she shot, he's dead
	ain't he?    		

You got a bite...looks like a nice one.


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VALERIE MACEWAN
part 09i: When My Cousins Come Down from Ohio

Nash told me she'd hit Frank 
up the side of the head with a 
		Smithfield ham, 				
		made him real mad.

We sit on park benches, waiting for breath, 
I'm listening and they just sit. 
They don't hear anything.

	Young folks don't know how to cook these days. 
I tell her about poke, 
I tell her about fatback and 
she won't hear nothing of it...

	she uses this old margoreen 
and I like seasoning in my food. 
You can't
	buy no more pure butter anywhere, 
you know...

	Remember that old fashioned way of making tater pie? 
	You put that butter on top, cook those potatoes first, 
put a layer of potato,

		then those dumplings on top, 
		then butter on top of that...
		then you have a good pie...
	not that old margoreen.

I'll tell you a good cook, 
you might know her name
		...Loula Mackey. 
	
		You don't have to add no salt 
or nothing to her food. 
		
	I wish my daughter'd cook like Loula Mackey....


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