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Dec 2015
S C E N A R I O :

    your mother picks out
    paint chips at
    the hardware store;

    “Christmas Snow” “Teenaged Frost”
                      “American White”

    you don’t hear her ask you
    which shade is best

S C E N A R I O :

    your father measures
    the dimensions of
    your yard’s withered grass;

    Perimeter equals Length plus Width times two

    you can’t convert the inches
    without a calculator

S C E N A R I O :*

    you lift the hammer
    but lower it when
    you think of the nails;

    hit the Head, not the Point

    you’re good at breaking things
    not fixing them

              *
(someone smashed our picket fence)
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   Cecil Miller
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