Bits Of Dust Blown About
Quiet now in Meng's restaurant
in Coney Island as
Treasure felt Sugar’s belly
smiled, said, “Bernstein, you.”
“Big, ” I said, gently caressing
the life within her, twin boys.
David Cohen stared at Sugar
reached into his pocket
pulled out a twenty saying, “A present
for your babies
because Heinrich Gross died yesterday.”
She took the twenty kissing
94 year old David Cohen on the cheek.
Just then I heard, “Bernstein.”
It was Owen, a decent fellow who lived
in his own mind, spinning yarns
and today wearing a cowboy hat.
“Just got back from doing
some helicopter skiing in Banff,
that’s near Lake Louise.
Nothing like it anywhere in the world,
like close to God.”
“And did you happen to ask
the gentleman why he gave
Gross ninety years of life? ” asked David Cohen.
Owen went on, “And lucky I was there
cause I saved three people
buried for a week. They was living
on M&Ms and snow.”
Suddenly Sugar laughing saying,
Treasure feeling, nodding,
then taking Cohen’s trembling hand
under the tee shirt to flesh.
His face, that moment, like he would never
die, the glow, touching
so much life, then another twenty to Sugar
saying, “Gross is dead. I beat him.”
“Who is he? ” asked Sugar
gently placing the second twenty
between her blossoming breasts.
“He experimented on children in WWII
and was never punished for his crimes.”
Owen removed his hat, said,
“Sorry for your loss.” Then leaned forward
saying, “Bernstein knows
what I’m talking about.”
“Yes, yes I do.”
“This big dude saved me from
being gobbled up whole
by a forty foot
Anaconda in Brazil.”
“Yes, yes I did, ” I said, as my hand
drifted into Sugar’s belly
stroking the boisterous lads
impatient for their turn.