Chapter 59
November 1, 2011 – Way, way after my son’s naptime
We drive
Back to the
Social Security Office
Well, first
We drive past it
On a parallel road
Make a big square of rights
And then to the
Office
All during
My bad driving
My brother
Is clutching
And staring at
His still-warm
Newly-pressed
ID
He refuses
To put the ID card in
His still-stiff
Newly-purchased
Wallet
The Office
Is twice as full
As it was
This morning --
There is standing room
Only
My son
Has had enough waiting
And driving
And waiting
I ask my brother
If we can return
Another day
He looks up briefly
From his ID
“No problem,”
He says
“I’m good.”
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