Friday, January 6, 2017


On hold with Spectrum Business
who was Time Warner until yesterday,
now someone picks up the call - 
happy lunch sounds from hell,
a soft summer voice:
I’m sorry about that.
I’ll play guitar for Uncle Bill every day.
Cradle the wooden body atop 
patterned sheets.
2 sweaters, dirty hair, 
stretch my arms (for dad) 
–  buy floss.
Vexed to nightmare 
by a rocking cradle.
Sweetheart plagiarism scrambled 
in verse -  and I’m no better, 
no worse.

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