The path upon which you've been dropped,
striding along with dentists and lawyers
where the milkman comes early
and the mailman fights rain.
it carries and leads you past the room you shared
"what was his name again?
oh we sat and we battled
our tongues trying to mimic
hegel and kafka and mann and mishima"
winding still, beyond barbie, bambi, and "save the whales!"
and dancers and ducks (of macho persuasion)
passed too are the ventriloquist's dummies: lions and vultures,
glowing saviors of bathroom dungeon.
wife, student, innocent flowergirl
lost somewhere, sitting outside the maze's entrance
calling for the foreigner who cocooned her
in linen and milton and highbrow glitter.
But ahead there are terriers and white-painted walls,
clean towels are abundant too
as are 3 meals a day and a fistful of vitamins
Oh! don't forget the mindful maid