The Angel Of 11th Street

Photo by Jose Padua
At the end of another drunken week
of beer and whiskey and wine
I walked home
and on the street I met a woman
who bummed a cigarette from me
and offered a piece of candy in return.
She told me she was heading
to 11th Street by St. Mark’s Church
to make money by giving guys blow jobs.
She was young and beautiful and spoke
in tones of the brightest white light,
and I wished her luck, said goodbye
and walked away.

And I’ve seen people hit by cars
and people OD’ing on the street
as crowds gathered to watch,
and I’ve seen people staring
into space at nothing
because there was nothing left to see
that didn’t make them sad or mad or weary,
and I’ve seen men and women
step from the doorways of buildings
where their friends or lovers live,
each parting a necessary loss
when the only thing left to be
is alone.

And as the days go by
what you remember most
is the distance between things,
the endings of great moments and pleasures,
and as you walk
in the sharp eye of the midday sun
or beneath the cum-colored shining
of a crescent moon
the weather is always
the same.

And tonight
The Angel Of 11th Street
is standing on a corner
selling blow jobs and buying candy
to keep the devil at arms’ length
and heaven close to the steady beating
of her untainted heart.

-Jose Padua

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