The First Book of You
By Bryan Price
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The First Book of You - Bryan Price
21st
1.
you gave birth to me.
2.
i saw you born.
3.
you were my first date.
my first glimpse of underwear.
the beautiful taboo.
an eyeful.
my first endeavor into crime.
stealing you.
choo choo trains.
engines that could.
to this day i climb stairs looking for smoke
and listening for whistles.
god damn its good.
you’d orchestrate games of dungeons and dragons
with no game boards
or rules
or cards with characters on them.
pure imagination.
the great escape.
you’d be leah.
i’d be luke. sometimes han.
rarely chewy.
never 3PO.
never R2.
they were saved for whoever came late.
with you, i was always on time.
i was afraid of standing barefoot on grass then.
but i’d wade knee high in trash dodging water
monsters
trying to escape before the walls closed in on us.
they could not take our freedom.
it was stars and stripes for cornflakes.
a nutritious start to every day.
4.
you were the most beautiful thing i’d ever seen
with the same last name of an ice cream joint in
pasadena.
a place for birthdays and big bowls
of goodness.
more ice cream than i ever needed.
or could eat.
syrups of sweetness.
creams and candied fruit.
ragtime hats and armbands.
beating drums and crashing cymbals.
speeded out sparklers in place of candles.
proclamations of joy.
the archetype of every party
celebration
and good time to come.
never could find my way there on my own.
still don’t know exactly where it is.
where i should make a right or left.
could call 411.
could ask my parents.
but what fun would that be?
i’d rather tell stories about it
mixing fiction with truth and nostalgia
letting it reside on the corner of myth
and mind.
downtown. uptown. crosstown.
pinero’s lower east side.
one of my favorite corners.
a street lamp poem.
a batman beginning
with a red phone booth
and a black cat named floyd
and a half opened can of sardines
left by somebody’s lonely,
good samaritan grandmother.
bricks and cumbersome window
air conditioning units
hum hum humming
making the nine to five acceptable
and gpc cigarettes the king’s most valued booty
mandating the construction of
drawbridges and moats
and overtime.
the blinking eye of a neon green
insurance sign written in spanish.
saying, seguros
.
seguro?
i don’t even know for sure if that is
the word i think it is
and suggests.
so what?
from mexico to l.a.
tequila bottles wearing sombreros
on computer/math wiz/
kik em karate/dog eating
asians’ coffee tables
scream
ole. ole. ole.
a lovely mystery.
a gut instinct.
an unbroken promise of something undefined.
5.
you were pretty lady
.
i was parachute man
.
together, we were
pretty lady and parachute man
.
the first game.
the first step into role playing.
blindfolds.
bondage.
booming heartbeats.
hoo waw!
calack-calack-calack.
crack-crack-crack.
you know what i mean?
i spent time hanging from a water hose.
hanging from the price’s ghetto swing.
dangling from the world’s
most famous
avocado tree.
as tall as pluto.
as tall as uranus.
as tall as uncle phil.
a personal reference just for me
and you
if you fill in the blanks
with some figure that fits
his face.
branches, leaves and fruit
stretching up and breaking
through the streets of gold.
god’s private stash of fresh guacamole
that he harvests from the top,
from the crown
which is bountiful
and never goes rotten.
it is something that never gets old.
and i would swing and dangle and spin
plummeting from the sky
towards death.
my chute would barely open,
slowing me enough
to keep me from liquefying.
in need of medical attention.
healing.
a revival.
a miracle.
redemption.
she’d find me.
she’d call at me.
poke me.
touch me.
inspect me.
make diagnosis.
place leaf and mud
band aids and wraps
and shoot me up
with twigs full of perfect drugs.
it was 911 before 911.
healing wounds one by one.
nothing would do the trick and save me.
heal me.
revive me.
make me as good as new.
then,
she’d realize the one place
she did not look
or study.
either that or she was intensifying.
saving the best for last.
for her or me or both I can’t tell you for sure.
then,
there it would be.
eureka.
you found it.
THE ORIGINAL WOUND.
fulfilling the title of pretty lady
she’d bring everything out into the open
and
with a zip predicated by an un
she’d
give it air
and a kiss
and a breath.
and i’d breathe
big fresh lungfulls