LIVING WITH RATFINDER
He won't ever speak of spirits. He goes downstairs with his bald
shining to practice sax, the reeds all pared down to perfection.
is the 28th year I have been in the same bed with Ratfinder.
his name back then, I think, when he saved a brother from the gas
chambers. This time he's a kid from Brooklyn with an arrogant lit gaze
anbd a runners' luck. He used to be a runner. This is how
I fell in
love with him. His leg muscles were thick and strong and I thought
the film "The Loneliness Of The Long Distance Runner."
Copyright 2001, Judy Katz Levine