“I’m telling you but
don’t worry, I’m fine,” she says.
I listen, but do.
Candid confessions of a college-aged daughter
Reply
“I’m telling you but
don’t worry, I’m fine,” she says.
I listen, but do.
She turned to cake, felt
herself melting, the devil
eating his way out.
Status on Facebook:
“Watching CSPAN.” Many like
seeing sausage made.
Cut pin stitch fabric
stretch confines of clothing to
become catwalk art.
She didn’t want to
hold his hand, watch him eat bread
sloppily. The end.
Invested with deep
meaning, treasures buried by
trash. Dust, dirt their shroud.
Like laser pointers
they blind in red green blue as
they save the planet
Listserv fight breaks out.
Among civil people, the
retorts well-researched.
Expected to know
all the dishes, servers eat
the entire menu.
Formally over
twelve years of learning to look
good on this one night.