When I was young I had a body made of rubber And elastic bands That mother tightened So I would sit up straight But she grew slack with age.
When I was young I was pliant I had too many ballons in my ears So mother pulled them, but I disappeared- Tucking my head into my collar And my hands into my armpits To escape.
I was reminded of this yesterday, Driving by one of those street advertisements Car dealerships, Verizon wireless Where they communicate to get your attention Balloons growing To the dance of wind inside an empty sleeve.