NUMBER 64In a nondescript tenement
on a nondescript street,
we live behind Papa’s sewing machine
repair shop. He bends over his machine
as poverty bends over us.
Machine shops line the street
like tight stitches in a seam,
leaning on each other
to make a single straight pattern of income.
WHEN I SING, WHEN I ACTI become anyone I want.
I go anywhere I please.
I say anything that comes to me.
I make words dance.
When I sing, when I act,
I am in charge, I make the rules.
I rise above this ugly Lower East Side,
the tenement buildings
that fold into each other,
The Yiddish babble
of fish for sale.
On stage with an opera company,
I am Barbarina, singing soprano
in Mozart’s Marriage of Figaro.
After my aria, audiences erupt
in rambunctious applause.
On stage with a repertory troupe,
I am Ophelia in Shakespeare’s Hamlet.
Audiences detonate in waves of cheers.
They say, “Boy, can she act? And how!”
SONG FOR THE PICKET LINEEvery Saturday, Ohrbach’s
department store workers carry signs
Unfair labor!
On strike against meager wages
against increased working hours
at the same pay
outside its department store
on East 14th Street.
Every Saturday, Ohrbach’s
workers hope they can make a difference.
Every Saturday, people
think workers standing up for their rights
is a bad thing. They hurl
Communist labels at workers.
Every Saturday people yell,
“Marxists!” “Reds!” at the workers.
Every Saturday is Ohrbach’s
Day when police arrest the workers
but this July Saturday
I serenade the picketers:
Don’t despair!
Carry on!
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