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NUMBER SEVEN

Under the cherry moonlight, the sun sank behind the tranquil water of the Mississippi. The street lights on Canal Street reflected on small waves turned by the paddle boat downriver. I glanced at my gold watch, seven o’ clock. I’ve been waiting for the Number Seven street car. I’m late. I sat on the cold green bench waiting for this damn Number Seven. The rustling of the traffic was hypnotic. I slept.

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I woke and I looked to my left. A slim silhouette of a woman strutted towards me. She was in plain black dress that hung to her knees. I leaned back on the bench as if I didn’t see her as she approached the stop. In the yellow dim street light, I could see her bushy ponytail blowing in the humid air, the kind of hair that is used to having fingers run through it. Graham cracker brown, she had flawless skin. I forced the vomit in my throat to go back down. I was nervous on the cold bench. My feet, numb from sitting so long, shuffled when she looked my way. I dipped my head to hide my glances. Her slender body was perfect for me; it reminded me of piano keys. I could run my fingers up and down her, playing Mozart’s Piano Concerto no.24 in C minor. Hurry up Number Seven, but I really did not mean it. I got up and stumbled towards her. I heard the rumble of the Number Seven, the bells, the scraping of tracks. I looked over the green bench. She was sitting there. I could wait for the next.











ETHiOPIAN WATERS

written for mariamawit gizam
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Two jellyfish swim miles apart--one male the other female. They lie in the salty

waters as old Cheetos bags float by, but suddenly a shift in the currents causes them

to draw a little closer. Slowly, this warm southern current shoves them toward

each other ever so sightly. A few of their tentacles brush at first. A few more

begIn to curl and touch sliding over each other. As the current pushes the more t

their tentacles touch and intertwine. The more the two jellyfish spin around,

the more their tentacles slide off and touch each other as if they were dancing a waltz,

creating an interlocking ball until all are locked in place.Again another current s

shifts from the north; it tries to separate the two jellyfish but it is to no
avail.

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