ONE anna bananna

where is anna banana

in the big scheme of things

in her big boots she

would be hidden behind the dumpster

down on elm street looking for her lost cat

which I know from personal experience

has "passed on"

 

but anna bananna

doesn’t know this

as I was the only one in

our apartment complex to have seen the broken mouth skewed

and the back haunches flattened

by a car

a very sad thing indeed

but which I could not relate to

a five or four year old little girl with

diamond rib boned hair yellow hued

and surrounding such a face

made of sad-smile and

halo-ish good kindness

 

a kindness

she just let out from herself

without thinking since

young girls are just made in such ways

and since I was going out

with her mother at

the time or really I was married

and I was running around with anna bananas mother but

it was just during the early seventies

when such things as relationships

were evidenced as open

or "open" and so it filtered through our hippy consciousness

in such ways as water does

through leaky pipes

or some such

and so was not even a blip

seen on our collective consciousness

meanwhile

 

i was married to a wonderful woman 

who unbeknownst to me

was also seeing a man

a karate instructor

who also taught Massage at the school where I worked

as a janitor

and teacher of anthropology

she was more than just seeing him she was taking what she saw and using it to full-fill her primary needs on a sexual "level" I was

 

janitor

with a two hour stent each day

as anthropology teacher since

it was a progressive school and

they asked if I would like to teach something

since I was there all day sweeping and cleaning toilets and pushing furniture around the place

they asked

if I would like to teach something and

they thought I would teach how to clean toilets or

how to take that pipe under the sink apart that looks like a question mark

but I didn’t I told them I would teach anthropology since I liked the subject

 

so

as we were living our lives in

the school and

john the karate teacher lover

of my wife

was sticking it to my wife and

I was sticking it to anna bananas mother in

such clandestine

ways

in the washing machine and dryer building and

in the back seat of

my tiny Volkswagen

 

anna banana

was wandering around the place going to

the store

following a dog once into

town and

having been lost for two days

without anybody being aware of

it

until someone noticed that anna bananna

hadn’t stayed at either our apartment or

at anyone else’s

not at the johnsons

who

were the owners of the complex or at her mothers or ours

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[SkinlessFrank]

this reads like a literary comic strip...the images all jumping out of the page, seasoned with little explosions (pow!) every now and then, the janitor as superhero

[Emily B]

oh, Keith . . . what a stunning story