“Leaving the beach on a Sunday in a streetcar” – Charles Reznikoff, “[Leaving the beach on a Sunday in a streetcar]”
The red pill of New Orleans Transit took me from Canal Street past the cemeteries. It was raining. 2:00 in the morning. Not the best time to travel by streetcar, but I was late coming back from Jerome’s party.
I hunkered down in the seat, hoodie over my head. I had been trying to keep off the rain while I waited for the streetcar. That was when I noticed three lights following me. In the sky – blue, yellow, orange. UFOs, or something the government made up. I was up on my conspiracy theories with the best of them. I watch CNN and Fox News.
I wrote an essay for my H.S. language arts class, “Taking the Canal. St. streetcar at 2:00 am and seeing UFO lights,” but Mr. Hernandez gave me a “D.” Something about, “Needs improvement” in the margin when he handed it back.
Maybe it was the rain, but when I got home I started looking up this stuff on the Internet about UFOs. There’s some crazy stuff out there.
Later I wrote a poem instead. It got made into a web comic by my friend Candice.
You never know where the red pill will take you.
About this post: Streetcars can only take you so far. The rest comes from your imagination.