Friday, July 3, 2009

my michael poem

joey, do you remember
us so young and giggling
in your grandparents' rv

inside, the ceiling fan circled
low and guillotine-like
over the kitchen table filled
with cards and pizza

outside
you slid 'bad' into the
cassette player and we sang
dir-ty di-ana oh

ejected the tape
delighted
michael also on the fm
we kept singing
we kept singing on

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