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I Saw You 

I Know You Were There

I Saw You

Your Mother

Got Nasty With The Cops

Like She Always Did

And You Went Back

To The Basement

After The Fracas

And Continued Screwing

Beverly Davis—

The Finest Black Girl

In Grammar School—

Her Long Legs

Wrapped Around

Your Neck—

I Saw That Too

From The Side

Of The Doorway—

Wow! That Was

Something For A Kid

Like Me—Still Looking

For A Kiss!

The Day After

Me And Your Sister

Won 2nd Place

In The Twist Contest,

You Stepped In DogShit

With Your New Wingtips...

I Saw It And Called

You "Shitshoe" Loudly

In Our 7th Grade Class

You Had Just Been

Transferred To From

Reform School

You Banged Me

In The Face For That

And I Understood

That Our Best Friendship

Was Over

...And Now For

The Hard Part...

I Was There

On The Street

When Your Crippled

Father Beat You

So Bad With His Cane

Out Onto The Stoop

Of Your Building

And You Ran Up

The Fire Escape

5 Stories

To The Roof

And Stayed There

At The Edge, Shivering

In Your Pajamas,

In A Big Blizzard.

Your Mother

Called The Cops

And They Got You Down

And Warned Your Father.

When I Saw That,

I Knew That You

Were Worse-Off

Than Me And

Always Would Be

Over The Next

Dozen Or So Years

I Wrote 3 Poems

Wondering About

You In Jail

And Whether You

Were Out Yet:

One On A Canal

Barge In Amsterdam,

One From An Oasis

In The Sinai,

One From A Courtyard

In The City Of Thanjavur—

I Asked Myself

About The Luck

Of Freedom—

Why Me And Not You?

After all, You Were The

Brave One.

When I Returned

Home, You Were On The

Front Page

Of The News

Along With Your

Brother And Sister—

Busted Kidnapping

The Richest Man

In America.

I Saw That

I Saw You

Now Everyone Did,

Even Me

  • A poem by Peter Coco.


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