the ten year old will only wear PINK
jumping up and down for no reason;
hysterical we used to lock them away
the twenty year old runs wild
hallucinating being chased by black
ghosts; for no reason the thirty year
old put a knife to her husband's throat
& threw boiling water on the baby;
at forty she was alright, working,
feeling a little better; the baby won't
talk to her; at fifty she would still only
wear only PINK ******* & sleeping w/
twenty year old college poet; you're
so good she'd say he'd say nothing &
rarely smiled; he wrote a book-length
poem called gypsy farts & dedicated it
on the front page to her; the book won
the Pulitzer Prize & she told him she'd
told him she'd never speak to him again
he didn't care; the sixty year old brags
about the very same thing; the seventy
year old can barely remember; the 80
year old will only PINK ******* & she
still has gypsy farts; finding the book
among her things I bought it an estate
sale; so inspired I became a poet & now
I too yearn for a fifty year old muse in
PINK ******* w/ gypsy farts or nothng