Cocoon
Michael Estabrook
Terrifically busy week wish
I could go into a Rip Van Winkle
sleep. Be glad, Laura,
you’re not here right now.
There’s dust from James the floor
sander guy all over the fucking place.
It’s in everything even in
the closed rooms and
closets. By the time you’re home
again it’ll be almost back
to “normal.” I don’t mean
to complain, but, well, here I am
complaining. Mom’s car
is in the shop for $900 worth
of repairs. Can you believe it! $900!
My poor father is turning over
in his grave! You know,
and this is no lie, I wish
I were back again in the cocoon
of college, in the Adelphi U.
dorm struggling to get-up for that
stupid 8 a.m. swim class,
complaining about the food, praying
for the nerve to ask
the prettiest coed to dance.
(Or any coed for that matter.)
Oh well, guess looking
forward to retirement is a suitably
concordant alternative. I hope
you’re having a great time
at college, and if not, well
hang-in there because it gets better
before it gets worse.
Love, Dad
