jueves, diciembre 08, 2005

BART morning

This train car is full.
There are twelve women in purple jackets and red hats
Four at the end, four near the doors and four more behind me

I know the poem,


When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.



I don’t like what they’ve done to it
Anglo women in a particular uniform
of uniform bourgeoise eclecticism

they’re quite pleased with themselves.
they disembark at Powell street station,
perhaps to tea, or to brandy

1 comentario:

La Brown Girl dijo...

The only people I've seen be part of that are Anglo. Actually, the lady who told me about it was an anglo woman...ever since, the whole purple shirt and red hat rubbed me the wrong way.