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The Prostitutes At The Eldorado Club
 

Today it started out cool for once and everybody was in a good mood when they got it up. It makes a difference not to wake up with that greenhouse effect. Marie came running out just as the alarm clock got it off. She wasn't sweating at all, she looked pristine and cool in her damask rose gown checked with sky-blue-pink flecks. I whipped up a fast breakfast of eggs but she laid off them; I made her a lettuce and cheese sandwich with her name on it. Lewis just rolled over. I had had a dream I was fired from my fucking job but I could get twenty-one hundred dollars every three weeks in unemployment, if only i could get it up to go down there. Also I had to go get our deposit back on that old apartment in the dream I had before, #12A, the one with all the closets and the view of the zoo. Marie had some nuts and juice and said she saw superman flying in a movie in her dream. When we went down to meet Claire she was looking a lot more pregnant than before and Jonas was laying low behind the back seat as usual. Marie told Claire the story of us going out in the rain just to get wet, we had been so hot, and how she slid into all the puddles she could. Jonas popped up to say it had rained over at his house too, all over the swimming pool. When we got to school Mable was kind of close-mouthed about her surprise wedding party, the one we never made it to because of the rain. When we get back to the top of the hill Claire always stops with a jerk at the new do not enter sign and swerves around the obelisk saying, oh. We talked about Mr. Yamato's apparent denigration of the female sex of what I think of as his wife's new baby; he was also mad she was born by Caesarean section, so-called because Julius Caesar the dictator was supposedly born in this manner. I told Claire my belief that the most likely reason Mrs. Yamato had to lay down for all this was because she was a beautiful delicate Japanese woman who had married a big generous American man. We talked till it was time for Claire to go see the obstetrician who, we all know, would lay her down flat on a table and feel her belly and also hear the heartbeat of the baby with some fancy equipment. Claire feels she's got twins in there, she says it moves around in two different places. The mail was only a jack-off Penny Saver, a postcard for a show, and a nice letter from Paul's friend saying we couldn't really make it in Concord without wheels and if we had the means we'd be better off buying a house than laying it out every month for the landlord and we could stay with him while we were looking. I was so excited when I opened it it made me mad. I had thought maybe he would say come live in this beautiful house I know of, we love you, the rent's thirty dollars, but you don't have to pay it anyway. I have a lot of trouble with struggling to do things, I think it should all come easy. In the grocery store where we get the paper the counter was covered with slick magazines and the proprietor was telling one of his boys where High Times could go. I picked up paper for Warsh and brought it to Lewis who was glomming PSYCHOANALYSIS AND FEMINISM in bed to enhance all these female characters he's creating in his room lately. We decided we couldn't make it to the Pittsfield library today because it would cut into our time later to work. Lewis threw a few eggs in the pan for Sophia and him and when I went in to get her she was nibbling her toes and singing in between. After that we went out to do our usual perfunctory walking of the streets of the wrong tank. We stopped in the library where all the ladies are so sweet to us. Then we got one of those bottles of milk with the cream they have at the health food store where all the vicious dogs are lying in wait to eat babies and the price of prunes had nearly doubled. The proprietor said she was letting them go for even less than she had had to pay for them. I guess there won't be any free prunes this year. I grabbed a few nuts in there on the sly like I always do. We stopped at the bookstore where amidst the privacy of the shelves Lewis changed his mind about DARK LAUGHTER. Jo was using her most disciplining tones to get it across to Sophia that the children's books were getting dog-eared from her playing around so much with them. I made Sophia lay off them but then we had to go, we go in there an awful lot lately, and we never get it on the line. It was one of those days when the supermarket really stinks and all the vegetables seem to be $1.39. We got some jelly and bread and paid the two-bit shunker who runs the place. He seems so hot in the biscuit for anybody's boodle, that's what stinks. Behind closed doors again we put the blocks to some cheese sandwiches but by the time Sophia was ready to go down again, Charlotte buzzed me and we chopped it up for awhile. Then the new bells our landlord just installed started going off without stopping, we had to finally call the bandhouse clipper who runs the place downstairs to stop the thing. I blew one up, had a few beers, hung some more paper and ran down to school to pick up Marie. Mable said she was going to go to Niagara Falls for her honeymoon. Lewis had been doing jamoka all day with his females on paper and when we got back he wouldn't stop. I sent him down for potatoes and lay down with Marie to look at National Geographics. We were still studying the wolves and Turks Lewis came back with a ten-pound bag. I had been fuming all day about how all the legit stiffs thing we oughtta have a car and a house all to ourselves, to lay the leg in some more I guess. We all grazed dinner together, glommed a few lip-burners and split back out to the jerk town to peg some more stiffs. It was still as a nut, except for the meatballs directing beefers past the crosswalks in their crates. That same old mastrubator was in the park with her kitten, and that jail-bait with her big jelly dog. We saw Dr. Taylor on a bench in his bathing suit with his baby. The mosquitoes were biting us like nymphomaniacs so we decided to screw home. The sodomites next door were coming up the stairs while we were, they like the kids, who flopped right away soon as we gave the some peaches and juice. I had some lead pipe for a snack and Lewis put the squint on the all-star game. I can hear the stiffs in their gondolas go by on their way back from the Shed like the sound of the drink as I bang this out.


 
  Bernadette Mayer
 




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