The Neighbor Girls
The infant
in that Isuzu
Doesn't find this
Funny one bit.
Crossing the cul-de-sac
I was even disciplined
for doing so
without guidance.
And to what avail?
Pink berets, tightening
my hair down
into the summer sun.
It was that movie
that perhaps changed
things.
Or was I the
Impostor all along?
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