Leaving the subway station,
the tile floor is bandaged
with hundreds of magazine covers
all featuring Britney Spears,
and the headline,
“Living with Mental Illness.”
Trapped
between the covers
I realize I have
stepped over a dead pigeon
a wingbeat from the exit.
Mom on deck
Call for Mom.
She’s needed on deck;
no one else will do.
Who could possibly replace her?
Santa Claus or God?



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