I am not

Frieda Kahlo. 

I am not a memorable
anything.

Insert the echo…Echo…
Coo…co…Costco.…
I’m coming to you
for a membership.

There is an insufferable echo ..,.
is anyone there?
Can anyone hear me?”

This is so the movie ‘Titanic. ‘

This is so 1997, which is so
Old for younger readers. 

I was eleven
like my son
and everyone, once. 

I didn’t  tap dance
to tomorrow
when I realized
that tomorrow
may or may not count.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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