recollection

recall the time you were in kindergarten
on the weekends you got to stay at grammas
 she took you to thai for the first time
ordered clear noodle soup with pork meatballs
there was a mechanical cat, shiny gold with green jewel
eyes that methodically waves at you
and a little girl with blonde hair could be
your sister whose shoes flash as she runs
past you to the waiting alcove. you ask to be
excused and follow her. she sings her abcs
loudly so you join in, not quite so loud
you must be good or they will make you
sit down perhaps kick you out
but its so fun to part the curtains
and look out on the night where people
walk by with their dogs, and the diners
murmur can be heard beyond the thin
carved wood screen. they can't
see you so you get a little louder
then she stands on the bench
when just then gramma comes over
whispering inside voices girls
use your inside voices. the little girl
seems confused but you show her
how to sing her abcs nice and low
so no one gets in trouble
and you can play here
till the food comes in.





















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i remember being maybe eight
my grands would take us to red lobster
where i refused seafood and tea
but one night i tried, god help me
scallops and i craved them between
the yearly trips ever after. i haven't had
the good ones in  years, but that one step
began a life long love affair
with seafood.  we three girls
sat quietly or at least sat
 for the meal's
duration. i can't remember a single thing
about them, that's how wrapped in my skin
i was as a child. does anyone  remember more
than a facade of things we should have done
or glimpses of a cherry oak in the backyard
where summer climbing was the only escape
we needed, no one worried some one
would come up and snatch us out of the backyard
or shoot their guns off in home made firing range
we played ball from the girls and boys club
got ourselves there on our single speed
pork pie seat bikes. our parents
stayed home and did home things
and most of us came back from the outside
alive. now it's illegal to let your ten year old
go free range, or take care of his five year old
sister for the few block walk from home
to park. you can't use the eight year old
who beat a stranger's baby to death when left alone
with it and five other children as example of irresponsibility.
don't try buster.that dead baby's momma
 needs a dose of get into jail free after
she done leave her baby in that situation
to go to the club with her friend the mother
of the child that snapped. i dunno. she too
gotta get some kind of charge like sterilization i mean
ain't five enough? beyond take her babies now.
shakin my head my friends, smh.

downbad doubleplus ungood.















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sardonically  heard a radio broadcast today
about the power of collaboration , remembering
how the flow was nexxussed into the vector we lived
the first wave of internet existence. now
hunger fed, we languish in the dens
puffing, stuffing
but not getting high. it all rolls by
like smoke in the sinse or dens and warrens
frequented by the hip
gone south, with dad bods
sportin process died hair and cupcakes
in their leotardsunder fishnet burqas.

why tattling is not the worst thing
you can , you could join
the zombie march on an eliticpal
see you can' even spell it but no
an elliptical, would be kinda awesome
t just bur down these fat m iddle years
to the lean body i want for my fnal days
skeltal
approvching light speed. abd wgi wiykd tge tatke
bem oh story tellier of high degree
unless it's been on no tv, you gran and turn
in your seat, headachy, and i am runnign out
and way down, i could do this all day
but i'm tired and lttle girls
get up early in the morning
to play dolls on doll days,.