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POEM: Call The Doctor

Call The Doctor

Better living through chemistry:
the hit of dopamine that comes
when you discover the nearest
Indian restaurant is still in business.
Tom Baker is looking at me
with a jaundiced eye
from his perch above my keyboard.
Back off, Tommy boy,
you and your oversized scarf.
We can’t all be living
the high life in 70s London.
Some of us have to work for a living.

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14 April 2022
Pittsfield MA

(NaPoWriMo Day 14)

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POEM: Oh, Mexico

Oh, Mexico
for CC

This sandwich is named for a James Taylor song.
It has Mexico in the name because … guac, I guess?
While eating it I learn that my friend has never heard of JT.
I take our shared frame of reference for granted,
but it’s a smaller frame than our pictures require.
We send one another photos of London streets
        and Berkshire marshes.
Voice notes sailing the ocean faster than any ship.
Back in my office, I look into the eyes of a Funko Pop Tom Baker.
What a weird old world it is.
Have a jelly baby.

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13 April 2022
Pittsfield MA

(NaPoWriMo Day 13)

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haiku: 7 April 2022

a warm muffin with butter
Earl Grey with oat milk
the fish in his tank doesn’t care

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7 April 2022
Latham NY

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