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u are not a city

by Donna Kuhn



i try to pretend yr not a city person


im sitting on a lawnchair with his wife




i dont like her baby in the window


im in a city; im in a city i do not know




i know u, u are from dance class


my my, yr looking polished




i know u are with the flowers


u are not a city person i do not like




dance the steps and i try and i do


in a city i dont know i say i do




it kind of looks like president bush is in the dance


mother cant learn the dance, her glass helmet shatters




president bush is in a dance that doesnt roll down


president bush shatters, someone takes the wheel off




i dont know how to dance


it kind of looks like philadelphia again




its somewhere like davis


when i am good, i am good




the president likes me or the flowers


i try to pretend u are not a city person


in a city like philadelphia