Tony Towle

(1939 / New York City / United States)

Red Pens - Poem by Tony Towle

The little Hispanic girl at the stationer's
on Park Avenue South just now
asked me my name, and repeated Tonio
when I replied Tony. ¿Estranjero? Is
he a foreigner? she asked her
embarrassed mother,
the proprietor, as I was leaving with
the red pens I had bought
for editing English but now
used to delete the No,
fué nacido aquí
I had been about to say,
to show that I too was a native.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 8, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, August 8, 2014


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