You've begun to feel temporary -
your dreams of the future
your arguments with the past
bent harmonica reeds
asleep in the closet
the tune out of tune.
You've joined the ranks of ordinary, confused adults
bottlenecking checkout lines
brown-bagging lunch
doing however many reps at the gym.
Has anyone noticed?
This is what it's all about, yes?
Your car leaves the scene of an accident.
You follow suit
reconstructing moments
with the Erector Set
you picked up at a garage sale
parts unknown.
Your son/daughter will graduate
and assume the position.
And your aging parents?
They've already passed,
their cat mingling daily with onlookers
lifting his/her head
to meet their questions.
Your present is tense, the sun offline.
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| Francesca Woodman |