Odd JobsA Poem by Marie AnzaloneMy best friend just called- he is accompanying a dead body met this am at the airport; borrowed ambulance, a favor to the muni. Emergency. 10 hour round trip, including the paperwork. There is always Damned paperwork with bodies. Men find ways to create work for others, even after respiration ceases. Here, we redefine community by asking human help, favors- usually reserved for professionals in more (or less?) civilized places.
Humanity seems closer to the surface of things here. more under your skin. We do for each other, there is no turning away, not helping. Can you travel an hour to help me harvest peppers in the dark ? asks my most random friend. With anyone else, this would be a euphemism, not us crawling on hands and knees, picking pecks of peppers By moonlight. The shared intimacy of human space. I dressed and bathed the same friend when he was injured. Body knowledge, non-sexual. Rarely encountered where I am from. There is hilarity. Amiga, tu aviso, says one, a councilman. A man came home drunk last night, started screwing his mother in law, hen his wife found him. Has Anyone asked why the old lady said nothing to stop him? I ponder- You may want to start there. Help me design a chicken coop... Can you give my aging mother a massage... I need to do 30 flower arrangements for a wedding... Can you hold my hand, I am scared... I need help boiling a toxic brew to kill thrips... My dog needs a c section... Mu daughter needs to learn self-esteem... Can you design me an advertisement... Some days, it is good to feel useful like this, in my own skin. Needed. My 10 year old sister is being molested by our dad... We think she Is pregnant... how can we get her away so nobody knows his secret? Other days are like firewalking and I want to burn the human race to the f*****g ground. And to the devil with your documentation. It may be a great favor to us all. © 2015 Marie AnzaloneAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on July 26, 2015 Last Updated on July 27, 2015 AuthorMarie AnzaloneXecaracoj, Quetzaltenango, GuatemalaAboutBilingual (English and Spanish) poet, essayist, novelist, grant writer, editor, and technical writer working in Central America. "A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to ta.. more.. |

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