Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Day 315: I am not immune to stereotyping

Oh, German tourists
With your chilly blond good looks
And smug attitudes

I always get the feeling that they are talking about how fat we Americans are.

Day 314: Summertime Jealousy

To we hot adults
Playground sprinklers look like a
Forbidden Eden

On a really hot day the jealousy is palpable.

Day 313: Conundrum

When it's 99
Why would you suck on something
You just set on fire?

Monday, July 25, 2011

Day 312: Perfect Timing

The beaches are closed
On this summer's hottest day
Thanks to a shit spill

Okay, the beaches weren't technically closed -- it was just a warning not to go in the water because a fire at a sewage treatment facility dumped a whole lot of excrement into the Hudson, where I would be surprised if anyone other than Detective Frank Drebin would notice a difference.

Day 311: Lucky ducks

The hydrant drenches
A flock of sodden children
Splashing and laughing

My jealousy is palpable.

Day 310: It's still too damn hot

I spend half the ride
Hoping that disgusting smell
Isn't my armpits

There's no delicate way to check. And even then, what would I do if I found out it was me?

Day 309: Coping Mechanisms

Swathed in a black dress
A woman beaches herself
On a vacant bench

She wasn't fat or anything, but between her starkly white skin, black dress, and sprawling body, all I could think of was killer whale.

Friday, July 22, 2011

Day 308: Steamy

A telltale damp streak
Left behind by a behind
It's butt sweat season

If you've ever taken the subway on a day like today you know exactly what I'm talking about.

Day 307: Sweating it out

Summer, a grotesque
Carnival of slick faces
And wilting costumes

The fashion show that is the New York City commute is looking decidedly bedraggled these days. Not surprising, since the mercury reached 103 by noon today.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Day 306: In Mourning

This hard city weeps
For the sweet-faced little boy
Who never came home

Recent events in Kensington, Brooklyn have captured the attention of the entire city, if not the nation. Like any New York neighborhood, Kensington feels like a small town in many ways. You see and interact with the same people on a regular basis. People often smile at one another. There are many, many families with young children.

I know that I frequently link to articles in my haiku, but I prefer not to link to any of the media coverage on this story. I am not comfortable with much of what has been written about the murder of Leiby Kletzky. I feel that it exoticizes the Hasidic and Orthodox Jewish communities in a wholly unnecessary way. Many journalists seem to be tacitly blaming Leiby's grieving parents for raising him in an insular community. Some comments sections contain appallingly anti-Semitic language.

If you feel compelled to do so -- and I hope that you do -- please send some kindness and generosity into the universe in any way that you see fit. The universe needs it.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Day 306: Another traumatized vegetarian

Two men push a cart
Full of two whole sides of goat
Raw, red and bony

There is a large Muslim population in our neighborhood, and the Halal butcher and grocery does a brisk business. This is the first time I happened upon a delivery of uncut meat going into a butcher shop. It was surreal. I sincerely hope that this is the last time I happen upon any kind of delivery going into a butcher shop.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Day 306: Too Damn Hot

The mercury soars
The sun bakes bloated trash bags
Like stinking blisters

How's that for a revolting image?

Day 305: Subway Manicure

She whips out scissors
And snips her son's cuticles
With alarming zeal

Let's have a quick review of acceptable subway behavior, shall we? It's perfectly fine to sit quietly, read, listen to music that is not audible to other people, and avoid interactions with other people. It is not okay to do anything that you would normally do in your own bathroom, including, but in now way limited to, nail clipping, nostril hair trimming, and relieving yourself.

Friday, July 8, 2011

Day 304: Like Rain on Your Wedding Day

A woman lights up
Outside of Sloan-Kettering
Irony defined

She certainly relished that cigarette.