Posts Tagged ‘class

30
Nov
09

There’s Low-paid Then There’s Low Class

Did you ever notice how a low-class woman, once she blows up a little-
And I mean real low class like
Giving her daughter a stripper name like “Tigre”
Or turning over everybody’s stuff to see where it’s made-
Enjoys displaying her smart new status by being positively rude to The Help?
“Excuse us,” she pushes past the worker at KFC.
She’d rather plunk her emptied tray onto the table nearest her than walk four feet.
Well now, what were you thinking?
It’s that girl’s job to put that tray away.
It’s not the customer who gets paid for that.
Not that she stays home all the time and does nothing cuz she doesn’t.
She works two days a week and that’s surely pitching in.
It’s not a serving job like this but she did her time.
Besides, what’s the point of marrying up if you still have to bust your ass?
And after all, she did not pay $75 for a full set of acrylics-
And she really should go back to that Korean bitch um girl
And make her fix that pinky because you can’t tell her it should have chipped after only three days-
Just in order to get some stranger’s dirt all up under them.
You clean up after your family but that’s different because you know them;
I mean you love them and you know where they’ve been.
That mousy-haired girl over there though, working here, dealing with the trash;
Who knows what kind of things she’s exposed to?

06
Mar
09

Fail Wail

I planned to never be one of those parents.
The kind who rolls down the window and yells,
“Where are you going? School’s the other way”
When they see a kid walking at 9 am.
I was never going to be one of those moms
Who screams and acts as if she’s going to faint
When she sees young people engage in what
Used to be called foreplay outside the school door.
Most of all I was hoping that if I
Stayed ever hip and cool I could avoid
The wail. That vocal expression of pure horror
Bestowed by teenage girls on their mothers
If Mom does something terrible like mix up
The Beatles and the Monkees or forget
Which Jonas Brother is known as the cute one.
And yet…

I heard it in my kitchen this morning.
“I was supposed to have an idea
For my Chemistry project by today,” she said.
“It has to do with polysaccharides.”
“That’s what makes up sugar, isn’t it?”
I asked innocently as mothers have
From the Dark Ages through earlier today.
There was an audible intake of breath and then
“Polysaccharides make up fiber, Mom!
A disaccharide only forms a sugar!”
Neither of us spoke for a while. And you know
The shame is that- hidden in my head- there
Is a truth that we’re never going to share.
I know that Nick Jonas is the cute one.