for my
birthday.
my mom used to send me a five
dollar bill,
abe lincoln,
in a small card with a bird
on the front.
don't spend it all in one
place, she'd write.
love mom.
she'd call the same day
she sent it,
asking, did you get your
card yet?
but i decide to step it up
this year.
why not?
something german,
something powerful,
black, with tan interior.
all the gizmos.
smooth and fast.
something that says, ah yeah,
ah baby.
you've made it,
at last.
i'll try to keep the coffee
spills and crumbs
down to a minimum this
time.
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