For I Will Consider My Mobile Home Moho
after Christopher Smart's Jubilate Agno. Fragment B,
[For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry]
For I will consider my mobile home Moho, which is not a mobile home but actually a travel trailer.
For I hit bottom, lost my job, had nowhere else to go and you get the gist, was generally degraded.
For why else would one live in a trailer.
For although not an Airstream or a vintage classic collectable, she is shaped like a tear drop and fit in my brothers side yard.
For she was purchased from two gay guys in leather harnesses who delivered her on their way to the Folsom Street fair, slapped her back side and said, good luck babe.
For my younger brother in his contractor boots, whose yard she was consigned to, bounced up and down on her floor and pronounced her sound.
For in my romantic fantasy we could wander or we could homestead.
For she once entertained vacationers in Yosemite and harbored their playing cards in her couch folds.
For she arrived with warped wood panelling, unbalanced floors and an unsalvageable refrigerator.
For stupefied by the purchase we consoled ourselves with she's a beauty and she’s cheap.
For there was buyer’s remorse.
For there was more buyer’s remorse.
For firstly it was decided she be returned to the two gay guys as they made their way back from the Folsom Street fair.
For secondly they retorted, not so fast sister.
For thirdly they warned don't touch a thing, once you start remodeling you’ll regret it.
For fourthly everything that could be remodeled was remodeled, book cases added, nooks made cozy, curtains hung cheerily, a sky light inserted, solar panels powered up and a composting toilet made functional.
For fifthly her cracks were sealed and she was no longer a leaker.
For sixthly she sheltered me when the average rent in the bay area was $1595 for a studio which prices me out of the market.
For seventhly she was christened the Moho.
For she was called a blight on the landscape by the neighborhood homeowners association and no doubt lowered property values.
For on the surface I shrugged off the indignity trailer trash yet inwardly harbored feelings of humiliation.
For to live in a trailer in the land of California during years of start ups, with houses torn down and mansions built in their stead, is to be despised by most and tolerated by none.
For she took the pings of sycamore balls lightly.
For she became a safety net and held me when there was no on else around.
For she cradled my need for a home one minute and my shame at living there the next.
For her pure water source was the mighty Sierra Nevadas.
For the larger than life catfish decal on her awning glowed luminescent in the dark and radiated out into the far reaches of space.
For she will survive being in storage in Fresno.
For she is made of aluminum, durable and pliant
For as I age, decay and die, she will surely outlive me.
after Christopher Smart's Jubilate Agno. Fragment B,
[For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry]
For I will consider my mobile home Moho, which is not a mobile home but actually a travel trailer.
For I hit bottom, lost my job, had nowhere else to go and you get the gist, was generally degraded.
For why else would one live in a trailer.
For although not an Airstream or a vintage classic collectable, she is shaped like a tear drop and fit in my brothers side yard.
For she was purchased from two gay guys in leather harnesses who delivered her on their way to the Folsom Street fair, slapped her back side and said, good luck babe.
For my younger brother in his contractor boots, whose yard she was consigned to, bounced up and down on her floor and pronounced her sound.
For in my romantic fantasy we could wander or we could homestead.
For she once entertained vacationers in Yosemite and harbored their playing cards in her couch folds.
For she arrived with warped wood panelling, unbalanced floors and an unsalvageable refrigerator.
For stupefied by the purchase we consoled ourselves with she's a beauty and she’s cheap.
For there was buyer’s remorse.
For there was more buyer’s remorse.
For firstly it was decided she be returned to the two gay guys as they made their way back from the Folsom Street fair.
For secondly they retorted, not so fast sister.
For thirdly they warned don't touch a thing, once you start remodeling you’ll regret it.
For fourthly everything that could be remodeled was remodeled, book cases added, nooks made cozy, curtains hung cheerily, a sky light inserted, solar panels powered up and a composting toilet made functional.
For fifthly her cracks were sealed and she was no longer a leaker.
For sixthly she sheltered me when the average rent in the bay area was $1595 for a studio which prices me out of the market.
For seventhly she was christened the Moho.
For she was called a blight on the landscape by the neighborhood homeowners association and no doubt lowered property values.
For on the surface I shrugged off the indignity trailer trash yet inwardly harbored feelings of humiliation.
For to live in a trailer in the land of California during years of start ups, with houses torn down and mansions built in their stead, is to be despised by most and tolerated by none.
For she took the pings of sycamore balls lightly.
For she became a safety net and held me when there was no on else around.
For she cradled my need for a home one minute and my shame at living there the next.
For her pure water source was the mighty Sierra Nevadas.
For the larger than life catfish decal on her awning glowed luminescent in the dark and radiated out into the far reaches of space.
For she will survive being in storage in Fresno.
For she is made of aluminum, durable and pliant
For as I age, decay and die, she will surely outlive me.