Because I'm Suburban
Posted by Amanda Laughtland at 10/4/2006 11:16 PM and is filed under uncategorized 
Downtown
Making noise, making change—
an organ grinder, an ice cream man.
Imagine all the cities I plan
never to visit. Each is a series
of beeps—like the automated teller’s
when I’m slow to remove my card
and receipt. When it’s time to eat
I have the sandwich I brought
from home. I don’t care for hot dogs.
I love this poem; particularly the beeps from the ATM and the ending. I feel nostalgic, too ... the suburban me has given way to the big-city me. I wonder if I'll ever be able to go back.
You'll live longer on sandwiches from home than on hotdogs.
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