after "God's Ear," a play
For Halloween, I want to be
an exception to the rule.
I will wear socks
on my ears and gloves
on my feet. I will smoke
cigarettes, and swear, and
smash things with my hands,
but people will nod
and understand.
For Christmas, I would like
a master plan.
I think it would be fun
to play with, to carry around
and show it off, to bounce it
off the wall or stomp on
if I felt like it. And the best part,
it would never break.
For my birthday, please, I want
an exit strategy. It's a useful thing
to have, and I could use it
like a rope to pull myself
out of a quicksand pit,
or like an eraser if I didn't want
my name on something after all,
or like a pair of scissors
to cut the tie between you
and me.
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