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Tony Trigilio's "Make A Joke and I Will Sigh and You Will Laugh and I Will Cry"
Tony Trigilio's "Make A Joke and I Will Sigh and You Will Laugh and I Will Cry"
Tony Trigilio's "Make A Joke and I Will Sigh and You Will Laugh and I Will Cry"
of my nose.
I tried to park
on my block
a glutted street
Crowd of
3- and 4-story
apartment buildings
Found an open
space -- blocked
by someone double-
parked, flashers on.
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For 2 weeks a package sat in our building lobby. The address is correct,
but my neighbor moved 6 months ago. The mail carrier could take the
package away. It’s been here 2 weeks, she knows the names of everyone
in the building.
I looked again:
hairball trail
my cat vomited on the bed
this afternoon. The pants
in the shoulder
I was struck by a bagel
Three weeks ago the superintendent of our building made labels with our
last names,
stuck them on the apartment buzzer buttons and mailboxes.
I called and he apologized and said he’d fix it. Three weeks ago. I called
again today and he didn’t remember our original conversation.
That’s OK, I said, I just called to let you know the label hasn’t been
corrected yet.
He said, These things take time to order. I didn’t know.
Of course it takes time, he said. Then he told me: Look, if you want, you
can just
go to Clark-Devon Hardware and order one yourself. I want all
the labels for everyone in the building to look the same. They’re all black
with gold
lettering. If I order one that is irregular -- in font or color -- all the
labels
on the buzzer and the mailbox will look terrible. I was polite. I just want
my name spelled correctly. We’re talking about my home.
I think an old friend of mine, Andy, someone I’ve known 14 years, got
married without telling me. We live in the same city, barely 5 miles from
each other. Usually we keep in regular contact. But the last time I saw him
was back in September, when we went to a baseball game together. He
didn’t say anything about marriage. Talking recently with a mutual friend,
I discovered Andy might have gotten married this fall. His wife might be
pregnant. The last time we spoke, a phone conversation at Christmas, he
canceled two cat-sitting gigs my wife and I planned to do for him over the
holidays. He said thanks, but his cat could be alone both those weekends.
He didn’t say he was married or that he was going to be a father. I’ve
lived in two different cities with him. Helped him through a divorce and
his father’s terminal illness. He listens to me struggle with my father’s
senility. I called my father on his cell phone yesterday. “Are you at home?”
I asked. He said, “No, I’m in the living room watching TV.” I tried to re-
establish communication with Andy last week, an email asking for advice
on a company to repair our hardwood floors. He hasn’t responded.
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My wife started nicknaming me “big shot” and “funny boy.” She says
things like, “Who are you emailing now, big shot?” or “Why don’t you buy
us a bottle of wine, funny boy?”
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On the way to our neighborhood café this past Sunday, I stopped at the
convenience store
to buy a newspaper.
A sign on the door said the store opened at 9 a.m. It was already 10 in the
morning. But the store
wasn’t open. They do this, especially on weekends.
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Earwax affects
the way I
hear music
I lose sharp
highs Midrange
flatter than
it should be
Lows muffled
It’s there all
the time,
reminding me what
I’m missing
to the street
smell like pee.
But if I come
Someone in my
neighborhood pisses
on the train platform
My wife started calling herself “La Gatta” (the cat). She signs all of her
email correspondence this way. Her co-workers even call her La Gatta. I
have nothing against this nickname. Cats are my favorite animals in the
world. Nicknames should form organically. I’ve never known anyone who
just suddenly self-bestowed a nickname like this. What’s even stranger,
I’ve slipped into calling her La Gatta. It just started happening. One day, I
called her La Gatta and we both giggled. Next day, I called her that and
neither of us broke a laugh, as if it were the most natural thing I could do.
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I took a pill this morning and couldn’t swallow it. It got stuck in my throat.
I drank a glass of water. The pill disintegrated into powder in back of my
tongue. Burned every time I swallowed. A chunk of bread could push the
pill and powder down my throat. All our bread was in the freezer. I ripped
open a package of bagels, my throat scorched from the stuck pill. Thirty
seconds on “high” setting in the microwave. It burned when I ate the
bagel. Now I’m nauseous.
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At 7:30 this morning, my 84 year old father called and wished us a Merry
Christmas. Exactly one minute later, he called and wished us a Merry
Christmas -- no recollection he’d just called.
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Last night I dreamed aquamarine insects, some gigantic, swarmed all over
my childhood home. Eventually they covered the house completely, a
buzzing shroud.
15
A person called my cell phone today and didn’t leave a message. I called
the number right back. I said, “You called my cell phone and the Caller ID
picked it up.” The woman on the other end said, “Do you work for a
laminating company?”
Tomorrow I’ll get up as usual around 7 a.m. Feed the cat. Make a pot of
coffee. Check the weather. Take a piss. Look in the bathroom mirror. I’ll
either shave or not. Then check my email. The coffee will be done. I’ll
drink a cup. Enough energy for a shower. I’ll dress for work. My clothing is
serviceable, but I’ll remind myself to buy new shoes this weekend. I forgot
last weekend. Then I’ll walk to the subway.
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