Saturday, April 23, 2011

National Poetry Month Disasterpiece



CONVERSATION IN A CAR ABOUT 
THE MEANING OF LIFE

"What are you going to be when you grow up, Uncle Buck," my ten year old niece asks? "I'm already all grown up," I respond. "Well, what do you want to be," she asks more insistently? "I want to be ME," I say loudly!

What she was really trying to ask, but could not articulate quite yet was this: what job will define you as a person and how do you materialistically define your identity as a human being?

Finally, I tell her: "Elise, I am who I am going to be and whatever job I do is not who I am!

She asks the question several more times. 

I respond in kind. 

She gives up 

frustrated.

---January 18th, 2002

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