New York 1972

Wow.  This is a way too much longer walk
than my sister told me it would be.
Maybe I turned wrong somehow?
Maybe I took the wrong exit from the subway?
This really does not seem correct.
This neighborhood, these houses, what the f —

I’m thinkin you lost, son.
She’s huge and motherly looking,
rocking on the porch in her flowered dress.
I smile. Awkward. Tell her I don’t really understand
the subway system here.
Where you tryin to get to?
The Guggenheim?
Oh no, honey, that’s way back there
past the way you come out an then some.
It’s a long walk for you that-a-way.
She points.
Lord knows how you got this far uptown,
but you better turn yourself aroun,
an you be all right soon enough.
Watch yourself, now.

Damn, Betty, if only
they’d had cell phones back then.
I could have called you to say I’d be late
and that I was scared shitless,
that summer when I wound up
wandering around Harlem by mistake.

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Happy #WriterMonday : ) Today’s #WritingPrompt is


Use it to inspire a piece of writing of any kind, and then post that piece as a comment below. I would love to read it : )

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