i will try to write 100 poems in 100 days. even if they're all chamber potty. then i'll write one when i feel like it.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

mama ettie, you were

in my dreams last night
and i don't remember
what they were about.
i think we were at a
carnival, mama ettie,
at a carnival.
is life a carnival?
did we ever go to a carnival
together?
mama ettie, are we near
the anniversary of your death?
maybe according to the
hebrew calendar?
is time a carnival?
is death a carnival?
merry-go-rounds,
carousels,
ferris wheels,
do they stop?

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