Tuesday, September 7, 2010

1087. COPYING

COPYING
Amidst all those ones and twos, I am
decidedly singular. I am making one-of-a-kinds
which have never before existed - oh totally unique.
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'Mom, is it a funny message? Is it a funny
message? I think that you might know.'
Precocious youth and their precocious
parents. Always and everywhere, Dad
then asks, 'are you having a good time?'
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My daughter is tying knotted ribbons on the
wintry, dead tree. She says it means dismay,
and I think that she would know. She is a
beautiful creature, just now growing to
something, but, as she puts it, 'my hands
have grown pinkish with lust.' I tell her
back : 'dismay is not distrust.'

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