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Sally the Salamander* congratulations i said to youon the day i saw you last when we got our diplomasour parents' proud faces shone shiny diamonds in the crowdbamboozledour wine glasses clickedempty promises were madeand we toasted to our futureswhile eating salmon steaks on Ohio. those were the days of old whentalk turned out to be expensive butvisions sold on street corners for cheapwe were looking for water then i thinkthe first time i saw you we werediscussing the situation of that homeless girlwho gave me her furniture as a gift some kind of healer she turned out bethat Sally the Salamander. thenyou went and stole the sadness from insidethe heart of that indian girl you meton the bus when you left for Texasyou begged with your sympathy and she spilled her secretstoo naive to understand your mathematical ingenuityshe screamed rape ruined your reputation as a shrinkdid you ever get caught for that or did she retract?maybe that job you took in Houston will make you think since thena cold look taints your baby blue eyesturned red from the ambivilent atonementsyou make when you prostrate as a resultof the charges she slappeed against youwoke up to find you doing geometry on her backsearching for a sign on her body likesome kind of oracle looking for something specialshe screamed when she saw your calculations could be correctnowadays you shall be waiting while Sally finishes with her drag queen loverthen you can have your turn to flywith Sally the Salamander. for now youhide from Sally the Salamderwhen you fallyou make a spatter of yourselfon the concrete street. *Salamander is in reference to Octavio Paz's poem entitled Salamander
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This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.
This poem is about our failure to feel fulfilled by our constant consumption of life.
Read it and find out.