Her knick-knack stand in Union Square is a timeline for the world.
A new man ascends to office,
his face emerging on the T-shirts she sells,
inspiring words like “Change” and “Hope.”
She doesn’t know who he is, but obviously these Carolina tourists do,
because they buy his face, and bring it back home to consume.
A star dies on June 25, whose movements she grew up watching
Whose color change she thought was amazing
Now he dies, his face and voice hung on display
Across hoodie stalls, and ringing out of boom-boxes.
His black bubble-gum face so comforting,
Luring in lewd eyes and littered hands of cash.
With what wonder will she laugh and joke
at the ability of people to waste away their work on the idols who hated them.
Why should she know them?
No time to think, as more hands approach,
eager to pay for their relics.
So much to write about in Union Square.