
Cafeteria Girl
Inspired by the people from South and Central America
I met while working in the Boston College cafeteria: great laughers, talkers,
singers, workers, and human beings. I got to know a few of them pretty well,
and most of them well enough to guess at the “doubleness” of their
lives in the cafeteria. I suppose that’s true of workers everywhere,
but this college cafeteria seemed more a waystation in a longer journey than
a destination.
On a Lark
We venture out alone when we make art. Poets have
always imagined their muses as fickle creatures who came and went as they
pleased. Here, I imagine the creating self emerging out of that solitude with
perhaps more whimsy and friendliness. I find it easy to become lonely for
that creating self, rather than lonely in its company. It comes, as so many
lovely and free things do in this life, “on a lark.”
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