East Village, Manhattan
“For some reason, a lot of Norwegians
are coming in to the shop these days.”
The saleswoman speaks slowly,
articulating for the non-native couple
perusing her spring collection.
This husband and wife—
pale, middle aged, well coiffed—
volunteer a few tidy tips
perusing her spring collection.
This husband and wife—
pale, middle aged, well coiffed—
volunteer a few tidy tips
for the saleswoman’s upcoming trip
to their homeland, and I smile to myself,
recalling a trip of my own.
to their homeland, and I smile to myself,
recalling a trip of my own.
That nice time in Oslo.
Later, I spot the same couple
Later, I spot the same couple
on the sidewalk. They’re gawking
at one of my city’s estimable mounds
of stuffed black trash bags.
A taxi whizzes past,
its driver wags and shouts.
The woman braces herself:
they’re all so out.
of stuffed black trash bags.
A taxi whizzes past,
its driver wags and shouts.
The woman braces herself:
they’re all so out.
--me
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