“To My Barista at Bluebeard Coffee Roasters and to the City You Serve” by Sasha Victor

An erasure poem

 

Source: If on a winter’s night a traveler

By Italo Calvino; Translated by William Weaver

 

faces seen thousands of times

in a city

whose streets

bear a weight of habit

 

habitual faces, whose features

thicken or sag

evening after evening

 

This

beauty of the city; even now I feel

a kind of weariness settle

on her

 

They have known

everything there is to know about her,

water

the bridge

 

there is a veil

that settles

and blurs

 

a weight of memories

 

see

her as

for the first time

 

Sasha Victor immigrated to America as a child of political refugees during the tail end of the Cold War. He’s thankful for the opportunity to live the American Dream in the City of Destiny, but is frustrated that the whole experience often gives him indigestion. Check out his words and cat pics on social media at Sasha & Sebald as well as the following fine magazines: Creative Colloquy, Misfit Magazine and 50-Word Stories.