Flamenco at the Thirsty Bear. Jim Gunshinan

About Jim Gunshinan

 • The Artificial Heart
 • Heroes
 • Geography Lessons
 • Blue Cornflowers
 • Living by Water
 • Upon This Rock
 • The Man Dad Brought
    Home from the War
 • Physics
 • Black and White
 • Not the Mom We Were
    Used To
 • Nothing Sacred
 • Spring
 • Transformation
 • Please Straighten That Up
 • Up from Depression
 • What the Body Wants
 • Compassion
 • Commute
 • Kiss Me
 • Starter Castles
 • Flamenco at the Thirsty
 • A Nature Poem
 • Portrait of a Woman from
   the Gardens of Egypt in the
   First Century



Nothing Sacred

Black is in fashion
here in Berkeley and elsewhere.
I see mostly women
dressed in all black
clingy cotton dresses
and he-man black
sleeveless underwear tops.
I like the look
but don’t like wearing it
myself. To me it says dead
from the neck down.
That’s how I imagined
And the little plastic white tab
that bends into the collar
easy, like a childproof pill bottle is easy.
It’s a tongue depressor.
Put it on and watch what you say.
Other people will, too.
I’m not a big fan
of black clothing and white tabs.
That old uniform doesn’t connect
to the mystery of death and life
the way it used to
and needs to be
I’ll take it off; live untethered
spend years getting used to gray
then blue, red, yellow.

  © Jim Gunshinan, 2013


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