Fall 1994, and: Then again, all things ((being equal)) Saleem Hue Penny (bio) Keywords poetry, Saleem Hue, Penny, disability poetry, erasure poem, dialect, car accident, Lowcountry poet, Deaf, erasure Fall 1994 To Whom It May Concern, I am grateful that my three children are thriving and flourishing at Heath-wood Hall Episcopal SchooI. The opportunity to attend your School has changed our lives. However, with the new dress code requirements it is difficult to buy polo shirts, khaki pants, a pair of brown shoes, and a pair of black shoes. for three children, since we are not wealthy. I am resourceful and do most of our clothing shopping at thrift stores. My pastor's wife distributed black and white flyers for discount purchases from the Children's Exchange clothing swap last Sunday. Unfortunately, I was unable to get enough clothes for my children to last them the full year it seems the word has caught on about the sale . Especially in this recession, everyone loves a bargain, even if they don't need it. I am writing to humbly ask for clothing assistance. Especially since they are each one of a handful of Black students in their respective grades, I am worried they will stick out. I want them to feel confident and secure. After recently stealing the gym uniform of my son, who is not the fastest, but is a kind, fair team player, a classmate then urinated on it. I appreciate Assistant Coach Williams swiftly replacing the shirt and shorts. However, it is disheartening that so many bystanders remained silent and only after two days of the class losing recess privileges did a student finally come forward. Head Coach Taylor allowed the student to remain anonymous. Avoiding additional embarrassment was a priority, so gym staff declined to inform the student's parents. Please consider my request for clothing assistance so my children (who take pride in their appearance) will be in compliance with the dress code. Your support will allow me to meet the basic needs of my family. I hope this letter finds you well. Sincerely, Ms. Olethea Penny [End Page 647] Then again, all things ((being equal)) after Jasper "Ninn" Washington (1937–2005)& Stacy "Tire Man" Washington (1975–2021 a quarter mile behind/ they see the popeye of the Cressida wagon's dusty tail light/ barrelingdown the road/ track rods shot, power steering grunts/ now, maybe one quarter of a mile, then she'll cutthe wheel hard/ clear the eroding culvert pipe, pull onto the side yard grass—that one perennially scorcheddiagonal patch/ let's move cuzzo, they back early from the store/ c'mon, push it, y'all—turbo boost time!/big league chew spit out/ like mike, rookie tongues out/ making whooshing sounds to go fast/ & faster/ still, like momma'n'them gone whup us/—make us hold still like—/ i don't wanna pick my own switch/dire reminders signal muscle reserves fire/ we spin our pedals/ like egg beater/ like cotton gin/ like don't say nothing, better keep on stirring/ you little boys weren't too tired to stealoff to Mr Joe's for candy?—no— so you better buck up, quit looking at me with them puppy dog eyes/ these beans ain't magic & caint shuck theyselves, & you ain't Jack … so they yes ma'am'ed/ stayed on task for/ almost a minute and a half/hours await/ summer sadness blossoms from the bottomlessness of their buckets/competing with cicadas screeching across the creek/ their gaze keeps drifting/ something summoning them to go/ back [End Page 648] down the road/ see if auntie's mailbox really did get baseball-batted-in last night/the family used to all be here … / but again & again, kinkeep going down the road/ (pulled, tugged, yanked, who knows?)/ the unspoken we cannot hold: how last week, those crackerschased Uncle Jasper straight into that hairpin/ bald wheels too old togrip/ too broke for anti-lock brakes, so he just went into the ditch/—(this the script the adults voted to tell the kids)/— the string bean boys slide their buckets close, lean in like, you thinkthe grownups...