Between the plate glassAnd the security barsHung a red and gold sign:“Felíz Navidad.”As my socks and dirty underwearChurned with my jeansI browsed a bookOn that “most famous” passage in KantThat lays openThe deep gash betweenThe world that isAndThe world that ought to be.Above the rusty dryersAnother sign:“Do not put babies in carts.”Easy to imagineThe ugly gashIf one tumbled head firstTo the unforgiving floor below.No more I supposeOught a responsible motherPut a newborn in a manger.Ironic thenThat we who say“Felíz Navidad”See beginning thereThe convergence ofThe world that isWith the worldThat ought to be
Year-end lists of books, music and film; interview with Dennis Sanders; Tom Long on desperate prayers.
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