Cafe Children in Fat City

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My work is also listed under a writer's name I used briefly, Patricia McGurk Martin. Patricia Louise McGurk is my name. Please contact me in the Herndon or Fairfax County of Northern Virginia where I remain "homeless", with very little money, and I am writing my book and collection of my writings and poems. I was told I am being considered for the rarely-awarded International Nobel Prize in Literature, and I am thrilled at the possibility. My email address is Patricialouisemcgurk@gmail.com - although I rarely, if at all, receive any personal emails and I believe all my correspondence or mail is stolen. Please continue to try to reach me.

Submitted: November 18, 2018

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Café Children in Fat City Copyright 2015 by Patricia Louise McGurk

Remember, he said when we were young Children Outside Maybe in Seattle, Washington State And we sat in the morning darkness or light After being awake in the cold wind all night? Pretending at the café that we bought the drink we found left on the table outside hoping someone left it for us but it was probably only a half-filled glass of rotten wine or rat poison But we pretended that it was our paid-for drink of fancy water? And we were the customers? and we were the adults And we paid for it with our money?

And We Belonged To something Somewhere even a café When we were young?

I look through the window now of the café Now I am inside an Adult with my coffee alone Even an older adult And I Remember That you have to blow your nose in your sweater To prove it is Yours Or in your scarf To prove it is your scarf in case Someone steals it While remembering being café children In Fat City in the United States Once called America In the morning light or darkness

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The Shirt Designer

Copyright 2015 By Patricia Louise McGurk

Someone unknown said to me when I was in a trance

You are going to have his shirt on

or wear it thinking it is a woman’s blouse

his childhood shirt with memories of his Boyhood Lost

with symbols I, the designer of the shirt, put in it once

In my youth

Though abstract symbols and discreet

And he will regret threatening me with violence

Threatening me , the shirt designer

For remembering my childhood and his

Please call this Denmark’s Dreams Lost Shirt from Childhood

And write this poem for me

Someone unknown said to me

When I was in a trance

Café Children in Fat City Copyright 2015 by Patricia Louise McGurk

Remember, he said when we were young Children Outside Maybe in Seattle, Washington State And we sat in the morning darkness or light After being awake in the cold wind all night? Pretending at the café that we bought the drink we found left on the table outside hoping someone left it for us but it was probably only a half-filled glass of rotten wine or rat poison But we pretended that it was our paid-for drink of fancy water? And we were the customers? and we were the adults And we paid for it with our money?

And We Belonged To something Somewhere even a café When we were young?

I look through the window now of the café Now I am inside an Adult with my coffee alone Even an older adult And I Remember That you have to blow your nose in your sweater To prove it is Yours Or in your scarf To prove it is your scarf in case Someone steals it While remembering being café children In Fat City in the United States Once called America In the morning light or darkness

Top of Form

The Shirt Designer

Copyright 2015 By Patricia Louise McGurk

Someone unknown said to me when I was in a trance

You are going to have his shirt on

or wear it thinking it is a woman’s blouse

his childhood shirt with memories of his Boyhood Lost

with symbols I, the designer of the shirt, put in it once

In my youth

Though abstract symbols and discreet

And he will regret threatening me with violence

Threatening me , the shirt designer

For remembering my childhood and his

Please call this Denmark’s Dreams Lost Shirt from Childhood

And write this poem for me

Someone unknown said to me

When I was in a trance


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