The confetti in Times Square will carry messages this year. Wishes will float down like in Cinderella. Anyone can wish over the Internet. It will be mixed in with more than a ton of real confetti though. She’d never get a wish. Or if she did it would be something stupid like bring my husband home from Iraq or let a Democrat win the election.
Make a wish foundation.
Her parents bussed her to Times Square as an eight-year-old. She doesn’t remember confetti. She remembers the cold and the crowd and being pushed and not being able to see over the people in front of her.
Confetti was high school. Saving seats for football games. Making bowling pin dolls. Cutting newspaper into confetti for the older girls. Until she just stomped her feet to get rid of the gum wrappers that landed on them and took off head first along the dark road. Head down, she means. She wished a car would run over her. She wished for a boarding school. Or a hospital.
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"Because counting backwards makes the time pass quicker."(Backwards Bush Website)
"Countdown the days, hours, minutes, and seconds until the National Nightmare of George W. Bush's reign is over. As bad as it gets with war, deficits, injustice and just downright international embarrassment, at least the end is in sight."(National Nightmare Website)
BECAUSE THE POLITICAL IS PERSONAL
About Me
- Rochelle Ratner
- New York, New York, United States
- Rochelle Ratner is a poet, novelist, critic, and editor. More information and links to her writing on the Internet can be found on her homepage: www.rochelleratner.com.
Toast Soldiers
Rochelle Ratner's political prose poems