Family.
Sometimes I think to myself about how different my parents’ and grandparents’ lives have been to my own, and this morning I realized that when they were 29:
—my mom had a 6 year old
—my dad was driving a tank
—my mom’s parents were about to have a second child (my aunt)
—my dad’s parents were about to have their first child (him)
At 29, I have a back problem, indigestion, and really bad seasonal allergies
GENERATIONS, MAN!
This is a poem I wrote about one of my favorite tv shows.
Does Dr. Olivet believe in the order of law?
The order of signs?
I spent a summer at the corner
of Duane and Reade and yet I saw
nothing, saw the attendant park the car,
the man leave the bar,
the boy lose his dog. This city is
going to pieces, small gavel-shaped pieces
that must be sewn back together to form a judge’s cape
such like no one has ever
seen before. Jack McCoy will be flabbergasted,
offended,
throw himself upon the mercy of the court, the mercy of you.
How are any of us qualified for this
task, yet we are they who get called
to judge lest we be judge reinheld.
The night the man stood up he
knew he was going to die he just
didn’t know who.
