Forget Magazine. Remember, Remember, Remember.

-a long haired man after selling me pot in the park: welcome home!
-a man staring at me as we pass in the street. gestures, speaks. he does not speak english. i keep walking.
-a women across from me on the sky train. counting beads on a plastic turquoise rosary . prays, moving her lips but making no sound. she wears no makeup, dark hair and white sandals.
-a young boy at the park. he covers the spout of the public water fountain with his baseball hat. soaks himself and his surroundings including a young man who had come over for a drink.
-a beautiful native woman sells me a small skull meant to be put on a chain. she’s made it herself. she likes my tattoos.
-a man outside of the 7-11 on 22nd street. asks me for change. i give him 1.25. he asks for a cigarette and i give him 2. he takes this as a sign that i would like to talk. so what do you do? he asks. i tell him as little as possible. oh, so you have a boyfriend he says.
-a woman in the bathroom at the lake draws on chocolate coloured eyebrows. she notices me watching and smiles at me.
-a spanish girl with long bleach blond hair and brown skin walks by. she pushes a baby carriage and a little boy of about 3 walks beside her. her hips, butt and breasts are large. she doesn’t smile but doesn’t look unhappy either.
-a girl in her backyard tosses up a baton and catches it. on discovering she’s being watched she does not stop but continues on, her face determined.

a man walking
across at the light
says he likes my tattoos
i’ve seen you around,
and lifts his shirt
a pale, hairy stomach,
an uncertain blue tattoo
wilts
he winks, walks
the other way