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They Tell Me There Was An Accident

Though I can’t
remember it happening.
Here’s what I do remember:

I remember climbing into a limo
with my little brother Will
to visit my mother on the set.

It smelled
like someone had been
smoking pot in there.

Or maybe drinking champagne.
Or throwing up.
Or all three.

Sort of like
our living room
after one of Mom’s all-night parties.

I remember
rolling down the window
for some breathable air

while Will bounced around,
like he always does
when we’re in a limo,

telling me
one goofy knock-knock joke
after another.

I remember turning onto Sunset Boulevard,
and seeing a massive billboard
of a guy wearing nothing but jeans—

his fly unzipped
just low enough
to make me look twice.                                                                           

Will saw it, too.
He grinned at me and lisped through the gap
where his baby teeth used to be, “Thex thells!”                                                              

Sex sells?
How does a seven-year-old even know that?
I was just about to ask him—

but I never got the chance.

from The Hunchback of Neiman Marcus…

Maybe This is How It Will Happen: 

One day,
while you and your little girl 
are feeding the ducks
in the pond,                                                                

you’ll glance over
and think to yourself,
There are the old people,
lawn bowling.

The next day,
you’ll find yourself
standing amongst them, 
all of you clothed in white

from head to toe,
like clusters of calla lilies
blooming on the lush green
pelt of lawn.                                                               

You’ll line up your shot,
aim the ball at the jack, and let it roll
in a sort of slow-motion
dream-sequence move.                                                

Then you’ll glance over
and think to yourself,
There is a young mother and her little girl,
feeding the ducks…

“Censorship ends
in logical completeness
when nobody is allowed to read any books
except the books that nobody reads.”

George Bernard Shaw

“Every burned book

enlightens the world.”

Ralph Waldo Emerson

“An idea that is not dangerous

is unworthy of being called an idea at all.”

– Oscar Wilde

The WHAT MY MOTHER DOESN’T KNOW media firestorm continues:

http://www.bakersfieldnow.com/news/local/130763568.html

http://lareviewofbooks.blogspot.com/2011/09/getting-banned-part-4-sonya-sones.html