What difference could it

What difference could it
possibly make ten, twenty,
thirty seconds from now
if our truest desires
give forth a froth upon
our dead mothers memories

- OH there's even more to
it than that if you can
stand there loading up your
son's bicycle cart with
the mornings edition of
the Newark Star Ledger
after having secured
them with tiny green rubber
band…

Then NO ONE knows
what the hell you're talking
about except Mrs. Fay.