Anti- » Adrian Matejka Poetry http://anti-poetry.com An online journal of poetry Sun, 05 Feb 2012 06:16:37 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.4 en hourly 1 Gang Related in ‘87 http://anti-poetry.com/matejkaad1/ http://anti-poetry.com/matejkaad1/#comments Thu, 04 Sep 2008 22:20:08 +0000 Steve http://anti-poetry.com/matejkaad1/ At Black Expo, we locked
in the determination of high
school needs. Names exchanged,
sweaty mitts gripped
in the sweat of mitts. A peck
or two roughed hastily
by the phone booths.
Would-be mack daddies eyeing
my style from the walls
like welfare kids sweating
the Swanson’s truck.
Then I saw her right leg:
S-A-N-C-H-O etched
into skin below the knee.
The same place a tube sock
stripe would be. Sancho,
thugging in 2-5, the most
feared gang in Indianapolis.
She told me: I used a nail
file. The next time I ran
into her, I was home visiting.
I almost recognized her face,
but the leg inscription
tipped me off. The letters
were a little uneven because
she’d lost weight, but they
still spelled the same
dude’s name in English.

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before anyone used the “k,” like reverse
pivots or box outs. When some kid
got paralyzed after M&M jammed

a broken bottle into his back, HUD paved
over the free throw lane. They built
a clubhouse with big windows
and pay foosball because a good clubhouse

with games can make HUD housing
look less HUD. The new romper room
didn’t change the explanations blind Pearl’s
daughter had for her already inflating belly:

Yeah, this M&M’s kid. Girl, he don’t
melt in the hand. He melt someplace else.

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