Mr. Turban
As I said to Mr. Turban yesterday,
(who was giggling as usual
over his usual cup of coffee
in his usual seat
in the cafe he followed me into)
"What is the meaning of life?"
And he told me, "Dear heart,
I created you to be
the only sane one 
in a world gone mad
which I also created
when I had a spare tire
and was waiting for a tow truck.
I nodded wisely, knocked him down,
and wandered off to create my own world
filled with my own characters
so I can giggle at them
like Mr. Turban.

6 February 1996

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