Wednesday, December 10, 2008

for the record

My sister told her young son that when we were little,
I put her cat in the dryer.
This is not true, I told my nephew, not wanting him to think his uncle
cruel-hearted.
No, I said, I only cut off his whiskers
and painted a white stripe down his back.
I was born without whiskers, you see.
And I’ve been bumping into things ever since.

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