". . . When Mom herself was teased among her peers
for speaking nineteen-seventies graffiti,
she said it was irony, and that she knew the difference
between outdated slang and literature.
"With time, she talked less and less, trashed the TV,
and swapped her iMac for a rocking chair;
she says she moons the world (in the new sense),
and reads dead poets in English, a dead language."
By JRC, June 25, 2000
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
From "Millennial Critic"
Posted by Joanne Cage -- Joanne Cage at 2:00 PM
Labels: Poems by me
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