dick from africa

Never liked riding in cars.
Never liked that smell.
The sound.
The way they make me forget to breathe.

Never learned to drive.
Have to ride with my eyes closed
in the back seat
or I still get sick.

Greta didn’t have a car.
But that first time off the boat,
she took me back to her house
on a bus.
I peed my pants
and threw up in the aisle.

It’s all that distance
unread.
Never foot mapped to mud.
Never nothing but falling.
How is it done?

I was not impressed.
There were no lions -
only that which I see every day -
people wearing the masks of lions.

Marta ended up with an extra ticket to the Broadway production of The Lion King at the the Landmark Theater.

I’m not sure what to expect but when I asked her if there’d be real lions she said “Don’t be stupid.”

I’m taking that as a “Yes!”

Can’t wait.