F250 Shpilkes
Jacob Rosenblum
If black people got the blues, then Jewish people got the Shpilkes.
This is a shpilkes that I wrote in an F250.
Lights blaring, people talking, blabbing talking, talking cus they
cannot stand to not hear themselves talk
Talking because they want someone to listen, not because they have
anything to say
And when I try to talk, today, people don't understand me. That's
okay, I guess. I like it when people understand me.
The cab resonates with the hands-free system, my esteemed driver
notifies his birth brother that we're leaving Portland. "I won't be
coming up next weekend, it's Superbowl Sunday," the system echoes to
us. My esteemed driver understands.
It's indicative that I'm typing on a laptop, in a truck. This is what
the shpilkes cause you to do. To not know what to do, and when I
didn't know what to do, when I was a young person, I would use the
computer. It seems to give me a little more direction.
The only times I could do homework growing up was when I would drink
caffeine. I wasn't particularly concerned about this; I don't think my
mother was either. I now understand that it's because I needed to be
drugged in order to do anything by myself! I felt more lonely when
"doing homework" than just about any other time, growing up.
And I'm going to Israel, and the Shpilkes have plenty to say about
that. Mostly, the shpilkes doesn't want to hear what everyone else
wants to say about that. I'm going to Israel.
Now John Mayer resonates through the cab, talking about love, and
trust, and war, and daddies not coming home for Christmas, I think.
Sometimes you just have to give up control. Throw your hands up in the
air. I accept, I resign, I concede. I will not control my destiny in
this particular way.
So many people driving; me, crazy. Here's to the day when it's not an
economic choice to drive yourself, when the vehicles drive themselves.
They'll be much happier (the vehicles), when they can develop a sense
of self-control.
Si, Si, Vosotros! Y No Pares!
Jacobo de Olympia
ps oh yeah, and since I forgot to attach it last time, here's the
photo of me, as a chipmunk.
