Crazy Mothers, crazy fathers, everyone saving each other
bleeding phone calls to cousins who call uncles who call
brothers; from San Francisco to Michigan, everyone knows
you’re not doing well.
I don’t know what Michigan looks like.
I imagine a perfect square.
There are several thousand squares in Michigan called lawns.
There is a lake: its water flows from corner to corner.
(c) Rob Goldstein November 08, 1984 All Rights Reserved