Sunday, March 8, 2009

"Ithaca, you were--"


Ithaca, you were brown and grey.
Ithaca, you covered me in clouds, snow, and rain-- you showed the sun only once, tempting me.
Ithaca, you were further away than I thought.
Ithaca, how long is Rt. 79?
Ithaca, your skunks smell like skunks-- I fear there is one trapped under this car.
Ithaca, are your bars open?
Ithaca, do people really use the tractor crossing?-- if I'm going to cross in my tractor, does it have to be here?
Ithaca, your room is small, it smells, and my view is of the road formerly known as Western.
Ithaca, stock the fridge.
Ithaca, you let me walk, but you should have said where.
Ithaca, you wanted to show me something-- I said 'yes' then 'no' and left. What was it you were going to pull out of your trousers to show me, Ithaca?
Ithaca, you got me beerdrunk and lovesick and left me here to fend for myself and rot.
Ithaca, these aren't hipsters, these are hippies.
Ithaca, when do your bars close?
Ithaca, you stock your shelves with college teens and local filth-- I don't know which is worse.
Ithaca, they wear the same clothes.
Ithaca, I ate your food and I paid for it.
Ithaca, call my wife and tell her I am watching your televisions.
Ithaca, I don't remember your walk home. Did you walk me back?
Ithaca, your gorges aren't gorgeous-- I watch as people hurl themselves off your edges.
Ithaca, your bananas aren't ripe.
Ithaca, you made a girl cry-- this is the worst thing you did. And this after she showed you such kindness, such concern. It is this I can't forgive, Ithaca. Did you see her face? She tried not to cry. I saw it.
Ithaca, I sat there explaining it to them but you made it so hard to understand.
Ithaca, you were cruel.
Ithaca, I'm not drinking anymore fluids-- not so long as you're around.
Ithaca, your fog rolled in.
Ithaca, I get it now.
Ithaca, you fought to keep me.
Ithaca, my windshield was dirty-- I cleaned it.
Ithaca, how long is Rt. 79?
Ithaca, I slowed, I followed, you fought.
Ithaca, you taught me a black lesson-- I'm staying away from you, vowing to never speak to you again.
Ithaca, is this the reputation you want?
Ithaca, is it just me?

1 comment:

Michael J. Romano said...

Perfect reaction and facial expression after spending too much time in those darn parts. But I guess it's more the experience than the place itself. Albany pricked me the same way.