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March 22, 2020
Oh to have my ink back
Said the squid. The wind back
In our sails–makes all this
Travel possible.
Follow that thread.
The brownies are undercooked
Set them in the refrigerator to cool,
Domesticity and Aunt Jemima!
Enchanted by Jemima and her short legs,
Important to this journey, she will be
Something to occupy the boy’s minds
As long as she stays where she belongs,
Doesn’t overstep, it’s your prerogative
Deciding the course of action, the discipline
For such infractions. Tell her to keep that
Peacoat on. We like that peacoat. Jemima is always
Changing. Here to right the ship,
The dusting is done, the captain’s quarters
Immaculate, allow her to take the wheel,
The polished planks beneath wide feet
Jemima is a little girl combining ingredients
In a bowl, like her grandma asked her to,
And she wants to be like grandma. She
Doesn’t know how sad grandma really is.
Okay, each of us can have a small helping
Of the raw dough. Remember, not everyone
Is a fan of frosting. Sprinkles are
Much too kitschy, especially considering the current state
Of affairs. Pencil skirts and tights underneath if it’s
Cold, walking in the city streets enroute to the great
Big building, to the desk on the fiftieth floor outside
His corner office. A nice typewriter on the desk. Affairs.
We’re in uncharted territory, use the
Compass to discover that this isn’t our
Fight, tackling issues we’ve no business
Sacrificing crew members for.
Batten down the hatches as the
Butter thickens, we’ll watch from the
Sidelines because we’re afraid and would
Rather look for shiny golden buried treasure.
Careful now, very careful. Beware
The sirens who draw you in with pencil skirts
And oppressed stares. But would it be the worst thing
To realize–to admit–that Tootsie was at the very least
A little problematic and Dorothy should have never
Gotten the girl? Very entertaining however,
A tour-de-force. Are there any imposters
In our midst? How could it be so?
The captain won’t hesitate to close ranks.
Affairs. Lift the pencil skirt, smoke a
Cigarette and watch the show, your wife
Will never know.
In the kindergarten playroom, there are
All kinds of big-people clothes to try on. The
Boys make deals and the girls are the superior
Typists. The playroom is kept in order and the
Aging teacher encourages all of this behavior.
A microcosm only thwarted by snack time.
Apple slices, cheese and crackers, apples
Hurled like grenades, the nutritional value not
Enjoyed and I bet you can guess which
Group thinks they are the soldiers. Let’s engage in a dialogue,
Jemima holds court, bangs the ceremonial gavel,
Land ho!