Thursday, August 9, 2007

Cape summer

My mother is slicing strawberries
and talking to herself
On television Haley Joel Osment’s an angel
and oboe and orchestra come from the kitchen

My mother talks to a cat now
She caught my eyes
as I walked
to the study to find a pencil

I have found myself, too
standing by an olive tree, speaking
to look up and be caught by a German
who heard my hissing

We are the ones
with people in our heads

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