(from Two Guys from Garfield )
The month changes with a bright sunny day and a chorus of
birds cheeping and flapping outside my window.
Rent is due and the landlord’s man prowls outside like an
enraged bear.
This is a monthly routine started once Stella sold the place
to the new owner. I should be used to it. And the super should be used to the
idea that I don’t yet have rent to pay him.
And here I sit on my muted-colored rug listening to his
voice roar through the fan.
I want to tell him I really do have a job again and he’ll
get his money when I get mine, but I’m scared even to do that. Money had been
sparse since I left the band.
It rained last night. So the air is fresh and clean this
morning, like air near the sea, and I wish I was on the beach listening to the
ocean’s roar rather than my landlord, feeling the sun scorch my skin.
I heard the cry of a gull – not from the ocean, but from the
nearby river – and it is filled with despair. And I see it in my head as it dives
towards the surface of the water to dip its beak into the ocean surface. I
pretend the fan swish is the swish of its wings. I even envy it a little as it
comes up with its silver fish for breakfast.
But I am not near the ocean, but here in Passaic ,
getting ready for my morning jog along the river.
I think of my job at Two Guys, and oddly, of a quiet girl
named Ellen, a sweet, yet lonely girl who runs the pet department. This fits
her personality.
She comes from an old fashioned local family, who might find
her interest in men at the store a little disturbing. Even she feels a little
put off, trying to balance her desire with her need for restraint.
She looks like the all American girl with her shoulder
length hair and her polished nails. But she always wears a pull over blouse
that is far too tight, drawing a lot of cautious stares from the warehouse
crew, who also eye the wedding ring she wears – although she has no husband to
go along with it. This is a defense against the good time boys who hit on every
woman in the place, hoping to get lucky.
But they’re scared of her, partly because she seems to see them the way
she seems the pets she keeps, looking to put them in a cage. They say hello to
her, but they keep their distance, and word has gotten around that she is “the
serious type.” She wants marriage and won’t settle for anything less.
She constantly talks about her father, “that wondrous man”
who guide her life.
The psychologist from the office claims she’s looking for a
father image, and she laughs when she hears this.
“No, not really,” she says. “I’m just looking for someone
with a big heart.”
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