ode to mick

walking to the subway yesterday after a most relaxing beach weekend (perfectly refreshing water; grilled beef for dinner; juicy, fat peaches in the morning—is u jealous?) the old man who lives up the block, the one with the cane who sometimes squats next to a wall on another block with his hat extended for change, said to me:

hi darlin'. you look good today. you make a blind man see. i'm blind in one eye, but you make me see.

now that's what i'm talking about.

if i can do that to a blind man, imagine what i can do for the dead.