Monkeying Around
At the fair, they’d beckon us in, tell us that we’d see a girl become a gorilla. They’d chant, “Girl, girl, girl, girlilla, gorilla…”
Monkeying Around
gorillas dressed in leopard suits, climbing
the so-called “ladder of success”
hopping onto
tiger-rings of oak
they may be gorillas
but to each other, they’re monkeys
kids in monkey suits
paid in daily rocks
white-collar players
sans elevator music
back in time
trinkets laid out on twin beds
muzak orchestra plays
as we shop
or we scrawl up a menu
making sure the sister’s choice
is the special
always a crazy conglomeration
we were never mean
we just laughed as the other
threw the pillow
and it landed on the flame
oops
you can recoup
if that happens in virtual reality
or stop the action
before a catastrophe happens
no wonder parents like
their kids
to sit still
i tried dressing in a leopard suit
but i’m too old to climb the ladder
yesteryear, i was paid in “Parcheesi”
today’s chromecast: “Say cheese”
returning to the present
i tap the gorilla on the shoulder
“Stop monkeying around,” I say,
“Throw your grandma a great big kiss.”
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2024
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