Ken, I find it agony to read your Walk a Mile in My Shoes. As often, my
upturned hands show no solutions. But I've been told that every morning,
seen or unseen, "the ocean holds the rising sun." And I believe it.
Judy,
a respectful listener to
Cosmic Birther's Daughter,
Oleta Adams
("Circle of One")
----- Original Message -----
From: "Ken Wolman" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Thursday, June 23, 2005 1:43 PM
Subject: Late SNAP, 6-23-05: Walk a Mile in My Shoes
> "WALK A MILE IN MY SHOES"
>
> 1
>
> Borrow them if they fit, if the odor
> doesn't gross you out.
>
> I cried because I had no shoes
> until I met someone with a stolen name.
>
> When I got the shoes at last
> they stank less.
>
> 2
>
> Be who you want to be.
> Say you are me.
>
> Pay my bills for a month,
> walk my dog, feed my cats.
>
> If you can find a credit card
> with my name on it,
>
> I'll be real surprised because
> they're all cancelled.
>
> Who steals my purse steals trash.
> No shit.
>
> 3
>
> Come here, where I work, do my job.
> Make sure the window is sealed.
> You might want to jump out.
>
> Become indeterminate.
> If transgender is your bag
> go for it: stretch
> my identity wherever you like
> while I do my best imitation
> of Chauncey Gardener
> because I Like To Watch.
>
> After all, I always wanted
> to become Teiresias and
> have it both ways.
>
> If you're a woman make sure
> you wear one of those bras
> they give to mezzos who play men
> at the opera.
>
> If you're a man, make sure
> you're wearing a strap-on
> to augment the gifts of nature.
> Paper towels down his pants
> were good enough for Jagger,
> but he offset this magnified lying
> by being a rock star
> where bullshit is expected.
>
> But you're not.
>
> KTW/6-23-05
>
> --
> Kenneth Wolman
> Proposal Development Department
> Room SW334
> Sarnoff Corporation
> 609-734-2538
>
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