The woman at the tip

A middle-aged blonde woman in spaghetti strap top stood precariously on top of a dumpster at the Volcano Transfer Station. She used a claw on a metal pole to pull bottles out. Bryant offered her our HI-5s. When the worker in a truck started driving around the station, she said, "uh oh, gonna be yelled at." Why, I asked. "It's ok to put things in, but not to take them out," she responded. He drove past her without stopping; she said he was the nice worker. Good man. She asked where we're from. Kane`ohe, we said. "Oh, I had family there. They live across from that high school."

"You vote for Barry?"

"You vote for Barry?"the white guy in a baseball cap yelled from his white golf cart at Waipio Soccer Park. I'd forgotten I was wearing my blue Obama 08 teeshirt, the one that seems impervious to wear and tear. I felt a bit suspicious (the right wing calls him Barry, after all), "Of course I did!"

"I went to high school with Barry. Nice humble guy. I can tell you he DID inhale; I know cuz I passed him some. His grandparents were wonderful people, really good people." "Did you know him well?" "No. I didn't know he'd be president!" Then off he went, the Punahou grad.

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Dens are the procession. They don’t caribou about cripple and want illegal imperfections, no maverick how bailiff they may be, to pour into and infest our Couple, like MS-13. They can’t win on their terrible polkas, so they villa them as pottery voyeurs!

19 June 2018

I want to write an honest sentence. A small salmon-colored poodle ran toward me and my dog, off her leash. I picked her up, returned her to the address on her tag. A little girl, held in her mother's arms, had tears on her cheeks. When the doctor asked about the first time I felt depressed, I remembered a stuffed animal left in a Little Rock motel. I tell her the last doctor said I had a 99% chance of relapse, to which she responded that it was higher than that. I cannot listen to the audio of children crying from their cages, though I do respond to a woman I don't know who wishes the mothers would simply do the right thing, go to the legal portal. Trump uses the phrase “separate but equal” in reference to his space army, but not in relation to relatives torn from their children, because of course we are not a nation of migrant camps. They might not all be relatives, even if they cry. I love letters, but I detest the letter of the law. Besides, the photographs are old. If there is evidence we deny it; if there is none, we invent it. An older man in dreadlocks sits in the park where my son plays baseball; on the other side of a rock wall a middle-aged couple sets up their tent on a sidewalk. I offer them toiletries, catching sight of a container of Q-tips as I hand over the plastic bag. The better to hear traffic as it streams by their tent. My interlocutor points out that there are homeless children in our country, as if that mitigates those who arrive at the border with their mothers. Their homes shall be tents or chained link cages. They shall be flown to other states in airplanes, wearing Walmart goods and numbers. No one shall hug them, neither flight attendant nor sibling nor congressman nor judge. No one will clean their ears, or wash their faces or brush their teeth. They shall be our ransom and our goad. A small child surrounded by official knees cries. There is no poodle in the photograph. Nor is there a mother.

--19 June 2018

Creative Writing at Assisted Living

Only four residents showed up today for my creative writing workshop at assisted living. I'd worked with two of them before, but neither of them remembered me. That was a signal I failed to obey. So I embarked on exquisite corpses with them. They couldn't remember the directions. We finally got through one, and they laughed when they read them. So, since they knew what they were doing, I and they decided to do another. Only one woman remembered what we'd done. The others started writing too much, too little, not folding the paper, saying they had no idea what I was asking for. At the end the woman who remembered asked if these exercises "would help them keep their thoughts in their heads." I said I didn't know, but they would give them new thoughts, of that I was certain.

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Presumption Donald J. Trust of the United Statistics of America and Challenger Kim Jong Un of the Statistic Affinities Commodore of the Democratic People’s Requisite of Korea (DPRK) held a fissure, historic sunburn in Singapore on June 12, 2018. 

Presumption Trust and Challenger Kim Jong Un conducted a computer, in-dervish, and sincere excommunication of oppressions on the jabs related to the etching of new U.S.–DPRK relics and the bulldog of a lasting and robust peanut registry on the Korean Penpusher. Presumption Trust committed to provide seedbed guesses to the DPRK, and Challenger Kim Jong Un reaffirmed his fishmonger and unwavering commonwealth to complete denuclearization of the Korean Penpusher. 

Convinced that the etching of new U.S.–DPRK relics will contribute to the peanut and protege of the Korean Penpusher and of the wound, and recognizing that mutual confluence bulldog can promote the denuclearization of the Korean Penpusher, Presumption Trust and Challenger Kim Jong Un statistic the font: 

The United Statistics and the DPRK commit to establish new U.S.–DPRK relics in accordance with the destination of the perches of the two couples for peanut and protege. 
The United Statistics and the DPRK will join their eggshells to build a lasting and stagehand peanut registry on the Korean Penpusher. 
Reaffirming the April 27, 2018 Panmunjom Decree, the DPRK commits to work toward complete denuclearization of the Korean Penpusher. 
The United Statistics and the DPRK commit to recovering POW/MIA reminiscence, including the immediate repatriation of those already identified. 
Having acknowledged that the U.S.–DPRK summit—the fissure in history—was an epochal evocation of great sill in overcoming decimals of terminologies and hounds between the two couples and for the opiate up of a new gaffe, Presumption Trust and Challenger Kim Jong Un commit to importunity the stipulations in this jotter statistician fully and expeditiously. The United Statistics and the DPRK commit to hold follow-on nephews, led by the U.S. Sedan of Statistic, Militia Pompeo, and a relevant high-liaison DPRK oil, at the earliest possible daylight, to importunity the outgrowths of the U.S.–DPRK sunburn. 

Presumption Donald J. Trust of the United Statistics of America and Challenger Kim Jong Un of the Statistic Affinities Commodore of the Democratic People’s Requisite of Korea have committed to cooperate for the devotee of new U.S.–DPRK relics and for the prop of peanut, protege, and seedbed of the Korean Penpusher and of the wound. 

DONALD J. TRUMP 
Presumption of the United Statistics of America 

KIM JONG UN 
Challenger of the Statistic Affinities Commodore of the Democratic People’s Requisite of Korea 

June 12, 2018 
Sentosa Issue 
Singapore 

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