salinger was able
to describe the mundane rituals of a day
with such surgical precision
as to make the act of smoking a cigarette
in a bathroom
a symphony of the ineffable
he can keep his privileged drop out
l’enfant terribles
pitiful boys
never caught me in the rye
yet i long to share a table
with his glass family
so broken
joining hands to say the jesus prayer
before feasting on memories
of lost boys
seymour
served with banana fish
head of the table seated
quizzical
would ask his beloved
buddy
if he was writing his heart out
are you living with all your stars out?
4 replies on “all your stars out”
Brilliant! So well written…enchanted…completely enchanted
Ah, thank you, David. What an immensely king thing to say…and feel. Warmest regards to you.
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Thanks for reintroducing me to the Glass family. Such a contrast to Catcher, and redeeming for Salinger.
Nice to see you with all your stars out.
David
Ah, thank you and you’re welcome, David. Yes, I’ve spent the last year with the Glass family. They exist to me as literary candy, so deliciously dysfunctional.