songanddancegirl

a year in review

MAY THE FORCE BE IN YOU

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Winter  2020

alone of the alone

a grand solitary

often confused

with misanthropy

but don’t mind

humankind

just find

the blahblah

draining

father preferred

dogs + whorses

2020  the year of

hiding

in plainsite

all zombified

+deepstate

bring it

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ere of

2020

how can we dance when our beds are burning?

our mother cannot die in the same bed

as him  mattress burned beyond recognition

in a bonfire   along with family money   condo

remade by rabbis daughter  with bucks to spare

didn’t care for our bourgeoisied palette   no!

+daddy’s ghost  sniffing a ponderous +schmaltzy

woman   fled    now dead for 30   the bed  where

mother will die  lies on bathurst st.

where jews drive like shit  +little fielding melishes

dribble balls +dart into traffic  their own mothers

brisketladen  +farbissen  many with 10 kids  as the

husbands twirl tallis strings   always smiling

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..above the drawing room on the first floor , was the

bedroom, which was the birth centre; the death centre 

of the house. Both her mother and father died there..

(Hermione Lee   Virginia Woolf   1997)

Hanukkah  2019  🕎

dollface

life on the ravine  not all it was cracked

up to be  an idyll  with red sunsets  off of

western

facing

balcony

in a house where the family harboured

bankrobbers + whores  +gamblers

down the road  the forest turned blue  +

there lived my one truefriend  on a dead end

it was daddy who said she was a lesbian

ronnie shimmelstien studied ballet  +later pre-

raphaelite painting  we met in paris briefly  1983

she told me  sitting splayed on my bed  that:

while in law school at berkley

she

went

through

a windshield

her father flew her to boston  her face  now a

replica  with small incisions displayed  mapping

her pain  +self loathing  (my mother never loved me)

in her canopied room  shimmelstien  had a collection

of dolls  116 to be exact  beady eyes followed me  as i

gorged on white pistachios  ($$$)

it was in ’73 that her bubbie  was found in the ravine

clutching multiple dolls  +screaming   or was that my

cousin?

our childhood manor  full of savants

+vaunted

sales giants

heroes unt saints

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Winter 2019/2020

ain’t born typical

50 yrs.

come+gone

on the lawn

a large black

poodle   not

mephistopheles

blackie to you

verst to me  (no not after a salami  that would be versht)

slim girl   13

with braces

protruding

standing beside the tree

now thicktrunked +veiny

not unlike me  (not so thick  just vainy)

50 yrs. have come  +gone

see the lawn  where i sunbathed

with a dead cousin’s bride

sexy+blonde  beverly  she was

found with her lover in a closet  (a week after the wedding ceremony)

which mother went to  in detroit

father escaped through the milkbox

while “babysitting”  never to return

brother burned with a fever  (as per usual)

but fever broke on sunday

pus-ey tonsils stopped reeking

though brother never did

so were our parents mere figureheads?

or CIA operatives?  why don’t u tell me

and brother  i will gladly pay you tuesday

for a hamburger today

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Winter 2019/2020

andanotheroneandanotherone

scanning obits

obligatory  purgatory

don’t want to miss   anyone

why are so many dying by

their own hands?   why so

many 1950’s birthdates?  (duh)

scanning obits for ourselves

one day last year  october 24th

to be exact   opened the paper

+heart fell flopping  like a tuna

to our townhouse floor  left tracks

of blood+gore

there was my brother!  longhair

flapping  glorydays over  no one

gave a heads up  how about a fucking

heads up people!

how about a guidepost or 2   i mean

what exactly is next  ????  or must we

continue to navigate without lights

these longish corridors?

yesterday the power went out at the

Eaton’s Centre   but the 100 meter

xmas tree did not !

you cannot

extinguish us

like fleas  mister

or maybe you can

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Winter  2019

of zebras and men

i think he’s interested in her

a blacksuited shoesalesman

looks undertaker  but dapper

we’ll take him!

but will she?  used to booths at

el morocco 1943  sat with marilyn

regularly  home to  bombed-out

bomb-shells

we reproduced the zebra print on a

wingback chair  with a taxidermied

head above  not hers !  but a zebra’s

last night  he knocked  3 am  livecam

recorded the kiss  but something amiss

not the gentleman caller of 46  (charlie

the bastard out of texarkana)

no!  our shoesalesman boldly planted one

alas she hit him with the metal sitz-bath

sitting in the vestibule

as mr. zebra winked  our father’s laugh

a jazzyriff  on the injustice of an early

death   echoed  from a frozen cemetery

up on bathurst street

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mother holding court  el morocco  1946

(far right)

Winter 2019