I want a takeaway girl,
to put in my pocket and go
visit my mother, so at last
she can stop thinking I left
because I could’ve skipped first grade,
but she sent me in the end,
just because the teacher said
it might feel weird to be so smart
and so small,
though I’ve never stopped being smart,
and didn’t grow much after all.
That’s why I want to take her away,
the girl, but I repeat myself,
to see my mother,
I’ve already said it,
the point being, in my pocket
must fit the girl, for my mother, the visit,
you know what I mean.
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