A. D. WINANS : Tenderloin Cafeteria Poem
ASHOK GUPTA : Don't Make Mistakes
RUTH MARK : Ballymena United at the Oval: Saturdays in the 1970s
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WINANS does well when he writes scenic poems that allow place to carry the weight of narrative; they fail miserably in lesser hands but work miraculously in the sure hands of a master. "Tenderloin Cafeteria Poem" is from a real place, and from real life among the unreal.

Tenderloin Cafeteria Poem Don't Make Mistakes Ballymena United at the Oval: Saturdays in the 1970s


A. D. WINANS
Tenderloin Cafeteria Poem
    busty TS crowds into     the line betrayed by     his Adam's apple     the old man in front     looks disgusted     adjusts his toupee     with purple veined hands     squints to see the wall     menu special of the day     stares straight into     the unsmiling face     of the counter woman     arguing with the pimply     faced busboy being eyed     by the ageing homosexual     stirring his coffee     at a corner table     a Jesus freak enters     selling the new age God     but there are no takers     a poet sits at an empty table     writing on napkins     talking into his coffee cup     a hooker works a crossword puzzle     waiting for the rain to let up     an old woman works her walker     out the door     tries to avoid a punk rocker     on roller skates     who falls into the arms     of the night priest     looking Like a pallbearer     With 200 pounds of dead weight
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Tenderloin Cafeteria Poem Don't Make Mistakes Ballymena United at the Oval: Saturdays in the 1970s


ASHOK GUPTA
Don't Make Mistakes 
When you alight from the train look for Ramdhun, the rickshaw-wala Tell him you want to go to chowk and pay him two rupees no more When you come to the stream take your shoes in your hands hold the rope on the log bridge or you will get wet A small walk along the cowpath and you will reach the village chowk Ask for Vaidji .Everyone knows him as he gives them medicines The village boys will follow you as you will be dressed strangely in city clothes Let them If you see me playing with other girls or doing some chores don't stare or call me by name They will be shocked Just lower your gaze and walk past briskly towards the house I will follow later When you meet Baba talk about other things not about us Or he will think you are brash When he talks about the days of the British Raj look impressed And ask him to tell you more If you do all this and don't make mistakes he will give you my hand in marriage
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Tenderloin Cafeteria Poem Don't Make Mistakes Ballymena United at the Oval: Saturdays in the 1970s


RUTH MARK
Ballymena United at the Oval: Saturdays in the 1970s
Do you know how anticipated those outings on Saturday afternoons were; my one day to have you all to myself? The evenings of stealing in to watch you lathe the wood to perfection sawdust flying, dusting your brylcreamed hair were not really an audience, your mind somewhere else, among the ancient grain knots worried smooth, ready for their varnish. Or the nights debating what life meant heated words, each of us vying for the answer. No. The drive up to the Big Smoke a flask of milky tea, sandwiches wrapped in cling film nestled in a bag between my feet were the only time I saw the real you. And later, feet cold, fingers numb from the wind blowing off the Lagan, shouting ourselves hoarse as men kicked a ball, shins, laying into each other while bottles flew, you anxious for our safety were the best moments, us against the world. Now, when I watch football I'm transported more oft en than not to those afternoons of mayhem in the Oval, and must smile; it didn't matter that I was a girl. I was your daughter, valued for being me.
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A. D. WINANS : Tenderloin Cafeteria Poem
ASHOK GUPTA : Don't Make Mistakes
RUTH MARK : Ballymena United at the Oval: Saturdays in the 1970s


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