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David Trinidad is the author of numerous poetry collections, the most recent of which is Peyton Place: A Haiku Soap Opera (Turtle Point Press, 2013). He teaches at Columbia College and lives in Chicago. 

9773 Comanche Ave.

David Trinidad
In color photographs, my childhood house looks
fresh as an uncut sheet cake—
pale yellow buttercream, ribbons of white trim

squeezed from the grooved tip of a pastry tube.
Whose dream was this confection?
This suburb of identical, pillow-mint homes?

The sky, too, is pastel. Children roller skate
down the new sidewalk. Fathers stake young trees.
Mothers plan baby showers and Tupperware parties.
The Avon Lady treks door to door.

Six or seven years old, I stand on the front porch,
hand on the decorative cast-iron trellis that frames it,
squinting in California sunlight,
striped short-sleeved shirt buttoned at the neck.

I sit in the backyard (this picture's black-and-white),
my Flintstones playset spread out on the grass.
I arrange each plastic character, each dinosaur,
each palm tree and round "granite" house.

Half a century later, I barely recognize it 
when I search the address on Google Maps 
and, via "Street view," find myself face to face—

foliage overgrown, facade remodeled and painted 
a drab brown. I click to zoom: light hits
one of the windows. I can almost see what's inside.

Copyright © 2010 by David Trinidad. Used with permission of the author.

Copyright © 2010 by David Trinidad. Used with permission of the author.

David Trinidad

David Trinidad is the author of numerous poetry collections, the most recent of which is Peyton Place: A Haiku Soap Opera (Turtle Point Press, 2013). He teaches at Columbia College and lives in Chicago. 

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for Nick Twemlow

It’s annoying
how much
junk mail
comes through
the slot
& accumulates
at the foot
of the stairs

mostly menus
from restaurants
in the neighborhood

endlessly
coming through
the slot

despite

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I do not know which
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behind desk—is Jack checking
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351

Rachel kidnaps the
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