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Lying on my back in the sand
my hair flows out like the Pacific—
beyond the Rockies of my breasts
the fertile farmlands cross my belly—
and I think I have a toe
in Philadelphia.
Happy holidaze!--
MOM’S XMAS IN MAINE
--taken verbatim from a card sent to me by my mother
after “retirement” to Caribou, Maine
Dear Linda,
I simply can’t
get the pkgs. out in time,
they aren’t even gift-wrapped!
The house isn’t decorated,
the tree’s not up,
there are no drapes in the LR
and no blinds in my BR
(they’re ordered but still haven’t come.)
I have only 2 kinds of cookies made
& today I broke a big bowl in the kitchen
& pottery shattered everywhere,
& the cat’s driving me insane!
My cleaning’s done
& my cards are all sent.
Two neighbors brought me wreaths –
I hung one on the front door
& one on the window
(outside – it’s real pine
or fir or balsam
or whatever.)
I have 2 doctor appts before Xmas
my BP is 200 over 95
& I’m supposed to be having the dinner this year!
Merry Xmas!
Love, Mom
P.S. Don’t cash this
till after Xmas.
You’ll be able to buy
twice as much.
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Linda Weissinger Lupowitz
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Corrales NM 87048)