Bed Making
My father was a mechanic
who taught me to change the oil in my car
every three thousand miles.
My mother was an army vet
who taught me to make my bed tight enough
to bounce a quarter off of it.
I wanted to go to Paris, France
and study at the music conservatoire
with Nadia Boulanger
or move to New York City
and dance with Martha Graham.
Signing my receipt at Jiffy Lube,
I find myself questioning whether or not
I made my bed this morning.
ky li
10.22.15/8:19am
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