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Conversation with a Fireman from Brooklyn by Tess Gallagher

Conversation with a Fireman from Brooklyn

by Tess Gallagher


He offers, between planes,

to buy me a drink. I’ve never talked

to a fireman before, not one

from Brooklyn

anyway. Okay. Fine, I say. Somehow

the subject is bound

to come up, women

firefighters, and since I’m

a woman and he's a fireman, between

the two of us, we know something

about this subject. Already

he’s telling me he doesn’t mind

women firefighters, but what

they look like

after fighting a fire, well

they lose all respect. He’s sorry, but

he looks at them

covered with the cinders of someone’s

lost hope, and he feels disgust, he just

wants to turn the hose on them, they

are that sweaty and stinking, just like

him, of course, but not the woman he

wants, you get me? and to come

to that—

isn’t it too bad, to be despised

for what you do to prove yourself

among men

who want to love you, to love you,

love you.



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