The following poems are part of the Thing to Do in Baltimore series of poems by Fitz Fitzgerald. We’ll be posting more them periodically here at What Weekly. Enjoy!
3955 greenmount
tupac had one ball
the other blown
frank is some sugar
spun in bmore
bertha is bioluminescent
dash is ex-pinkerton
enoch is no eunuch
his name all over
dot says excuse my dust
enter baltimore, poet
island from the isolated
gigantic and wingless
like a tree growing from
the window of a row house
butcher’s hill
she’s in the kitchen
crying with a knife
why are you crying?
I’m chopping onions
the packy is open on sundays
run to the corner
get me a pack of ciggy butts
& a bottle of jameson
sry I did or sd or whatever
sry it’s all kind of anyway
sry I’m not sry
why are you crying?
I’m only chopping onions
she’s always chopping onions
Photo by Dorret Oosterhoff
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