LIVING WITH RATFINDER
He won't ever speak of spirits. He goes downstairs with his bald
head
shining to practice sax, the reeds all pared down to perfection.
This
is the 28th year I have been in the same bed with Ratfinder.
That was
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
of
the film "The Loneliness Of The Long Distance Runner."
Copyright 2001, Judy Katz Levine
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