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PURCHASE THE DIGITAL COLLECTION (2013)
B. 1.1.1735 Boston / D. 5.10.1818 Boston
On day patrol, Iím all ears.
I donít want to hit you.
Fat cafť-au-lait crouches, blocking a crosswalk on one side of Broadway; has her toddler by the elbows, telling him
I really, really donít want to hit you.
Tones of kindness and sweet reason: I guess he's caught her on a good day. (Afterwards of course you think, Why didnít I shout
ďGet out of the crosswalk and stop threatening that child! The way you outweigh him, must feel like being menaced by a dinosaur!Ē)
Girlfriend and an older girl child hang back, hugging the scenery, sparing themselves the edification. Their feigned blankness bothers me.
(I donít want to hit you?)
But on day patrol, I am elected to alarm. For this reason, as I stride past the laggard twosome I make sure they can hear me repeating, passing the word:
ďI donít want to hit you. I really, really donít want to hit you.Ē
Consolation Site: So honorable and useful
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