Whatever happened

Hey, whatever happened

To the scary finger-puppets I bought in Cuzco?

Where’s the girl who loved my hairy balls? 

Where did Dad go with his soft hands

And stunning truancy from the moment?

Did Mom turn out to need

In heaven the eyes she donated to science?

And what’s this longing for an unborn sister?

And where’s my Ho Chi Minh medal anyway?

And all the juiciness of passing through,

Where can I store it now,

Me with holes in the holes of my pockets?

                                 -- New York, May 23, 2008