Friday, September 11, 2009

because eating with your fingertips is dirty when there is barbecue sauce

when I grow up I would like to be
silverware
and sedate myself with the heat
of other spoons



tools are happy
despite the popular misconception
that being used for a specific purpose
is not
free will


my mother will be disappointed
I will say to her


I'm gleaming and polished like a hospital room, Ma
The salary isn't much, but I live in a small comfortable drawer and make ends meet, Ma
It's what I always wanted, Ma
Don't you want me to be happy, Ma


when I grow up I want to be
silverware
and make mouths meet

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