I used to pretend,
that the blue birds that found their way into my driveway
were all my pet
(just one pet)
(they were all the same).
I called them
(all of them)
Pete.

When my cousin
played with fire
I was always left to wonder
why I got burned.
He didn't.

Mom yelled
when I hit the driveway with a 9-iron.
She clearly didn't understand
my line of work.

Monkey is my guardian angel.
Always and forever.
His tail tickles when I touch it.