by Jamie Wong
Can't tell the difference
between the peace symbol
and the hood ornament of a Mercedes anymore,
unless I really focus
Monet's Waterlilies
float for free
on handbags and mugs
all over the city
T.S. Eliot's Burnt out ends of smoky days
was poetry,
until a woman
dressed up as a cat
screeched it in a song about her Memories
For flocks of girls
God's sky is a shade
of Tiffany blue,
Eternity an asset
of Calvin Klein
Even our soldiers' flag-draped coffins,
glowing in the fluorescent light
of an air hangar,
begin to look like Pepsi cans
in the refrigerator
of a 7-11
at night
Jamie Wong, a 2008 PEN Fellow in poetry, currently studies with Donna Hilbert.
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