A kid from Chicago comes to my typewriter and gawks. I allow him to type whatever he wants:
“HAa Liamisthe greatest Pat and Kerianne suck and wish they could do this hahah”
A girl comes up and I also explain the typewriter to her as she has never seen one before. She tells me that she didn’t realize it came with a keyboard, sovaldi she just thought it was a machine that cut paper.
An able-bodied man is admiring a painting in the seventh floor.
Man: Sometime I want to rent one of those walkers with the seats and go to the Milwaukee Art Museum so that I can just sit in front of the paintings.
Me: Well, capsule I’m sure they wouldn’t say no to you if you wanted to rent one.
Man: But then I’d look like I’d need it. (Pauses) Well, maybe one day I will.
I order just the bone marrow
without the bread.
is that too weird?
Elizabeth, my waitress says,
“Nothing is too weird to order at the Mason Street Grill. There is a vegetarian woman who comes here all the time ordering just a plain baked potato with broccoli.”
The Mason Street Grill’s lighting is the color of gravy.
Were I a vegetarian I would come here just to satisfy my carnivorous cravings
with a plain baked potato in this restaurant illuminated by steak essence
without betraying my principles.
I have a spot at the chef’s counter.
Close exposure to the sizzle and clang of the kitchen
makes dinner much more exciting
these cooks know they are on stage
they grind pepper with great ceremony
they cut pizza with broad sweeping gestures
one usually reserves for ironing a king size bed sheet.
I watch steak after steak leaving the kitchen.
Before they depart they are dribbled with white sauce
and resembled chocolate cake with vanilla frosting.
When my bones come out, I am surprised and delighted to see that they come with a just arugula salad. The significance of which you will understand if you read this story.
Anyways, Elizabeth looks at the bones on my plate
and tells me,
“You know in Columbia we make a soup with bones like that. Sancocho soup! We put in plantains, corn on the cob, real cilantro (that’s our secret, it turns it green), potato and bone marrow with the oxtails. The plantain has to be green, those sweet ripe kind are for frying.”
Elizabeth admits the friendly, unique, polite people of Wisconsin
tip her extra for having an accent.
Moving here four years ago
she feared she might not survive the cold
but she had to live here,
after she had visited Summerfest
she knew she had to stay.
She had to learn how to drive in the snow.
Lillian at Coat Check tells me that one of her sons became an Eagle Scout at age 12, which is unusually young. At the Eagle Scout award ceremony it is customary for the new Eagle Scout to present and attach an eagle pin on their mother. Lillian’s son fumbled and avoided making contact to her blouse with the pin. She asked him what was wrong and he said, “I don’t want you to burst!” Lillian was very pregnant at the time.