Untitled Because I Don’t
Know What Else To Say
By: Jehangir Saleh
Written: April 6, 2003
I miss the limited perspective
of Fisher Price binoculars
when the problem of the day
was hiding a grape juice stain
on the rug
and suicide
wasn’t a part
of my vocabulary
running tearful
to my mother
I miss the delicate way
she held my pain
tickled out a smile
walked me to the park
where the bullies and beatings
were temporally lost
soaring on the swing sets
in the suburban air
soft pillows in corners
of the public school library
I miss reading
the heroics of princesses in paper-bags
imagining myself as Franklin
the timid turtle
who always came out of his shell
on top
sneaking my second grade hand
on to Rebecca’s soft shoulder
and almost making it
although I don’t miss
the dance rejections
torn love notes
and ignorance
that came immediately after
I miss the firm, callused hands
of my grandfather
who understood me
although I never did
the dusty green
stuffed dragon he gave me
is gone
my father threw it away
supposedly
now things are better
I’m told
I have progressed
that there’s nothing to miss
the past is behind me
I’m stronger, smarter
I’ll be successful
have a future
yes,
tomorrow will be
to be a brighter day
but they took those pillows away
stained by the vomit
of too many children
the swing sets
were torn down
the air polluted
I know a prostitute
who wears a paper bag
and as I sit in my basement
colder than usual
writing a cure
not poetry
I can’t help wondering
what happened
where I stopped understanding
why everyone else
has figured it out
and I’m still wandering
yesterday
was suppose to be
a brighter day