Francisco by Alison Mills Newman

Author:Alison Mills Newman
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780811232401
Publisher: New Directions
Published: 2023-03-07T00:00:01+00:00

Part III

Images, Instead of Real Things, Made by the Money Mirage

as he unlaces your boots, and reaches up your skirt to take off your pantyhose, he says with tongue hangin out of one corner of his mouth loosely wet and ready, you see my purpose in life is to get people to relax.

everybody in the room laughs as you lay your head down on the bed and me drinkin champagne out of a beer bottle cracks up as i gaze through the window in this sunset boulevard in-crowd hotel room 409, lookin at the enormous poster across the street outside, introducin a new star with red lipstick on his lips, red rouge on his cheeks, red fingernail polish on his fingernails, face in emaciated profile, and his long blond hair painted to look as if it is blowin splendidly in the wind and it starts rainin outside, our order of beer, champagne, baked halibut, chiffon pie, and a chef’s salad arrives, someone purringly opens the door (a woman i guess) for the mexican dressed in red jacket, white shirt, black tie, pants, and shoes . . . you want a beer? i ask him.

shyly he shakes his head no.

here take a beer.

afraid to take it, he takes it, while the famous man pays the bill and gives the bellboy a huge tip.

your skirt, panties, bra and earings off, laying flat on the bed, feet stretched up in the air wide open. the famous man gazes at you warmly, what kind of hair do you have. may i take off your wig?

i started thinkin about one time when i was in s.f. in francisco’s kitchen with windows that looked out on the backsteps of apartment houses in the next block and yard — and the sky kept shiftin from grey to bright sunned blue. anotha morning tryin to make up its mind.

i was walking around with my hair uncombed, cleaning up again after a good breakfast. i mean i finally got breakfast down to a science man and this nigga — this short, brown, european accented-slurrin talkin getting on his forties, sophisticated suave, fine nigga named john davis marshall — refugee from the beatnik generation — been around the world photographer, poet screenwriter, stood in the kitchen and said he disliked black women.

because all the mailmen, garbage can collectors, and half of the black men in jail are there because of black women, grinningly he sneered.

well i had to turn around and stop washin the dishes for one hot second. i think, i said very quietly, you are confusin the issue, the source, and the cause.

black women, he went on deeply disturbed — DESTROY THE DREAMS of black men; you — your sistas are the cause for the black man’s loss of his staff of life. i don’t want to call no woman i’m gonna love my sista. this whole syndrome of callin the black man brotha, and black woman sista is destructive to the whole sexual life between men and women .

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