Eating All the Marzipan for Phillip while on the Train
Black Andrea attends the Dutch Reformed
Church. Asked, with incredulity, just why
She says, “It’s around the corner.” A malformed
Religion doesn’t matter. She is sly
About such things because she doesn’t have
A soul, she claims. Besides she grew up in
A sect so twisted that there is no salve
For curing it. Her conscience knows no sin
Because she doesn’t have a conscience of
The ordinary sort: no soul implies
Godlessness, but still she knows the love
Of mother, grandmom . . . and is plenty wise.
She hates New York…and doesn’t. She’s a fox
Who likes to tease us all with paradox.