Ring A Nervous Tale

“A ringtail possum, cat-nervous, scurries along the powerline to the mango tree, in thrall to the scent that, in the full light of day—It is nocturnal by nature—has drawn it out of hiding, to here, now.”

This is from a poem titled Day-Possum, by Stef, and the link is,

Day-Possum

The reasons for quoting:

(1) To find ways to connect,

i) on a personal level;

ii)on an artistic level;

(2) To allow the quotes to contrast with my simple story.

(3) To scramble all eggs, and serve them up, Green Eggs and Spam.

So, to begin:

(A) In my project, I am trying to understand how aboriginals fit into the story. Do they merely haunt? I don’t think so. For one thing, there are still quite a few “aboriginals” with us.

a) Stef leaves out the aborigine dimension in Day Possum. She has every right, as author, and poetess. Yet, they are there;

Did aboriginals eat mangoes, or use mangoes as bait in order to get, along with the Vitamin C rich mango, some protein (possum meat), into their diet???

It is weird enough there is such a thing as a ring-tailed possum. To me, that sounds like a racoon. A racoon at noon. But to go along a powerline– that’s not incidental.

Now, “we” go to my story:

There is a magazine rack in the Greyhound Bus Station, where, pretty baby Adair waves good-bye, to “intimate strangers”, her parents. Her parents, who raised Adair up to this perfection where she might,

Kiss them on the lips, as if her parents were her lovers, but they are not.