April 29, 2009
To a Super Model Mother
Mom, I want a cookie.
Mom, why are you standing like that?
Mom, why don’t you blink?
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Mom, I want a cookie.
Mom, why are you standing like that?
Mom, why don’t you blink?
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The subway tunnels.
You seldom see the ceiling.
But I know it’s there.
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Two men just dropped by.
They left me eighty boxes.
Guess it’s time to move.
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A lawn, some sail boats.
Old brick peeks through a dull mist.
A happy train ride.
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I seldom regret.
Usually waiting is fine.
Sometimes it is not.
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I went to JCrew.
“I thought you worked here,” they said.
Made that mistake twice.
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