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Daddy Goose38
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0 posted 2015-06-10 04:42 PM



Susan in the Soviet Union


I am in the Soviet Union.
It is afternoon.
I am down and out, no place to live,
wandering the streets.
I come to a house and knock.
A couple opents, inviting me to come inside.
After I tell them I have no place to live,
The wife says they have a room where I can stay.
I tease the husband, asking him if he is a true Soviet man?
He just laughs.
The wife leads me down a hall
Which opens into a narrower inner hall
And which opens into an even narrower inner hall
Which dead ends in a little room.
She says: This is your room ...

She says her name is Susan.
The room exudes comfort and warmth.
It is cozy and secure,
Insulated safely by the inner and outer walls
From the whirley burley world outside.
I tell her that, yes, I am very tired out from the trip.
She guides me to the bed
And I, greatfully collapse into it.
I lay my head into the weirdest pillow I have ever seen.
It is a strange shape, for one thing.

With a start, I realize the pillow is really Susan.
Susan is a very tall and lush amazon.
My arms are full of her generous, lavish  dementions,

My heart is full of her.
Her proportions and her breasts
Overflowing with welcome and with warmth.
Then she turns in to a pillow
Then back into Susan, then back into a pillow.
I've never felt such a strange pillow.
I distinctly hear her koos and sighs.
So I can't tell which is which, or maybe both of them are her? ...
She tells me she can not have children, now.
I tell her it doesn't matter to me if she could be a grandmother;
She is full of love and full of life.
She wants to show me something,
So we go out onto the sidewalk
Where another version of myself
Is listening to America's A Horse With no Mane on a cassette,
Because he, too, has no place to live.
Then we step inside the building
And she converses rapidly in Russian
With a Soviet official.

But what, I wonder ...


What about her husband? ...

You don't know how lucky you are, boy
The Beatles

Jaime

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devina
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Cali
1 posted 2015-06-12 03:14 PM


Really great prose-ey feel here, Jaime!

"Then she turns in to a pillow
Then back into Susan, then back into a pillow."
~soft capture, the small stuff, writ so well.
~d

"..But a tyrant spell has bound me,
And I cannot, cannot go.."
~Emily Bronte
'The Night is Darkening Around Me'

2islander2
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2 posted 2015-06-16 01:52 AM


smiles, take care of the husband, I loved my reading and "a horse with no name" is such a great song, thanks for the adventure in soviet union,

yann

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