.
Google Earth
On a satellite image
I walk the streets of memory
wearing maroon, hopsack pants
and shoes that are never pointy enough.
The cold wind off Lake Michigan
freezes my hair into icicles, the dampness
from a shower after sixth-period gym,
but wearing a hat is never cool
despite my anxiety at the barber’s work.
I scroll the monitor
to follow the way home from junior high.
No matter what route I take,
whether circling Missy Bock’s house
or crossing Maple at Lakespur,
by the time I arrive at our L-shaped home,
pass the white gate and plum tree,
and rush to the living room TV,
the eerie theme of Dark Shadows’ closing credits
is already playing – Do-woo-woo, woo-woo,
woo-woo-woo-woo.
I fill a glass with psychedelic yellow Mountain Dew,
and snack on foil-wrapped, space-food sticks
(just like the astronauts eat). Judy, my tri-color collie,
stares with a Zen swordsman’s focus
and catches a tossed cheese curl with a snap of her jaws.
I follow the highway to Gary’s Drugstore
where I buy Mad Magazine, fifty-cent paperbacks,
and the plastic models I build in the basement
on a table splattered with dried paint – Polaris submarines,
B-17s, Messerschmitt 109s, the James Bond spy car,
Gemini and Apollo spacecraft. For a few short hours
I am a demigod creating miniature worlds.
Fingers sticky with plastic cement I glue pieces together,
pack seams with filler, sand, and spray enamel until my eyes blur.
Staring at the computer image from space
I zoom the overhead view of my bedroom
where WLS radio plays me to sleep - The Box Tops,
“Pictures of Matchstick Men,”
“Liar Liar” by the Castaways.
I dream of finding some magic path
hidden in the familiar geography.
But this was before Martin’s and Bobby’s deaths,
before the riots at the 68 convention,
before the moon landing, before Kent State,
before I began sneaking out my window at night,
snapping juniper branches under foot,
and roaming the shadowy streets
searching
Years later the magic path undiscovered
I want to return to the L-shaped house
and walk those streets again
past Dead Man’s Creek, past the elementary school
where I broke my wooden recorder in defiance,
down the muddy path to the neighborhood with no sidewalks,
right at the Y where Main Street splits off from 53,
and under the railroad bridge that echoed terror
when trains thundered overhead.
You do not move though a city.
It moves in you.
DiL
I am the Myron E. Casey Endowed
Professor of Disappointment in Love (DiL). In keeping with my
duties, I teach a graduate seminar in
lingering resentment and publish
original research in the Journal of Bitter Divorce.
I came to my position after a
lifetime of scholarship. Never one
for mere academics I’ve always
favored a hands-on methodology. I
began field studies with unobtrusive
observation of my father’s
dissatisfaction and subsequent alcoholism. From there I moved on
to cohort studies of adolescent
rejection. College offered new
opportunities but despite access to a
wider pool of research subjects, my
cross-sectional study of sex as
panacea yielded null results. As an
assistant professor I earned tenure
with a series of participant studies
judging subjects against my
idealized images. Lately my
research has been limited to
theoretical efforts tracing the effects
of desperation and low self-esteem.
Convinced that knowing all the
ways love can fail is the only way
to avoid heartbreak, I always
encourage bright students to major
in DiL Unlike other academic disciplines the field is growing with
nearly limitless possibilities for study. And due to the strong overlap
with office politics, industry actively seeks DiL graduates.
Jon Wesick
Jon Wesick is a regional editor of the San Diego Poetry Annual. He’s published hundreds of poems and stories in journals such as the Atlanta Review, Berkeley Fiction Review, New Verse News, Paterson Literary Review, Pearl, Pirene’s Fountain, Slipstream, Space and Time, and Tales of the Talisman. His most recent books are The Shaman in the Library and The Prague Deception. http:// jonwesick.com
Jon Wesick
70 W River Dr #33
Manchester, NH 03104
USA
1-442-264-9951
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