novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- on being twenty five at the walgreen's checkout counter, 9 am this morning: how are you today? i'm tired, i say. you're too young to be tired. i just turned twenty-five last week, i respond. twenty-five. see? i know babies when i see them. you're a baby. she pauses, looks evenly at me. you're younger than my youngest child. at this her eyes dip downwards and i imagine this youngest child i'm younger than to be a slothlike perpetual teenager, slouching around his mother's house, living in the basement, never awake during the morningtime. i tell her that age is relative. there's always something to learn. i'm fifty-three and i'm still learning. you're a baby. you're a baby. 1:13 pm - 12.03.03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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