from The Philadelphia Inquirer, Wednesday, January 3, 2007

The (fairly) good news

Cira Centre filled, the new Comcast building glints.
Downtown shows greater strength than the
      suburbs.

Buy if they don't own, hold if they do —
We've never been a slave to anything.

The market gone home, buyers on the sidelines
      wait
to see what happens. What's it like up there — is
it safe (white) safe (clean) safe (middle-class)?

Is it my home? My small parcel, my lot,
my folly, my filet of a nameless neighborhood.
If you're not one of the large land projects, you're off
      the radar.

I've been complaining for months, a year,
a decade about the short shrift. The splintered
      shack:
porch fallen in, the missing windows, the open door

policy. A platypus carcass molders on the first floor
all fur and bone and squirrel-gnawed bill. 26,000
      properties
derelict(s) decaying — this western bloc(k) is not a
      priority.

On the edge of the edge, off the beaten, quiet track,
      crack
heads come lately to live, all acrid smoke and
      electrical
fire. Calls go unanswered, unreturned.

It's been like a python swallowing a huge pig. Mine.



Erin Gautsche is the program coordinator at the Kelly Writers House. She lives in West Philadelphia. Contact her at gautsche@writing.upenn.edu.