(AT AN EARLY AGE WHILE LIVING IN LOW
INCOME HOUSING, 1974)
Sometimes in life
it’s a good idea to hide in the corner behind a red
naugahyde chair.
Sometimes in life
you have to pound on the steering wheel and shout, “you know
I wanted ice cream”!
Sometimes life tastes like
Swanson pot pies, Campbell’s soup, Quisp cereal, a packet of
Wyler’s juice
Sometimes life feels like
the shot gun blast that killed the old guy who was the apartment
manager.
Sometimes it’s like
an across the hall neighbor out of her mind on acid running
in with a butcher knife.
Sometimes in life
you have to push the furniture in front of the door before
going to bed.
Sometimes life is about
lawyers in the living room and toys you’re forbidden to play
with.
Sometimes it’s
your cat having kittens in the closet, but you can’t keep
one of them.
Sometimes life
burns like shampoo in the eyes or it cuts like a broken
water glass.
Sometimes it sounds like
a Carpenters album, a
Gilligan’s Island laugh track, the Banana Splits theme song.
Sometimes in life
you want Mrs. Beasley with her polka dot dress, not the red
heart shaped pillow.
Sometimes life is like
pulling GI Joe’s string and the only thing he ever says is, “I've
got a tough assignment for you”.