Mental Snapshot, Age Four
That day at the ice cream shop
when you dropped your cone
and cried like it was the worst thing
that’s ever happened to you —
how back then, it was.
Poem in Which I Practice Optimism
“For sale: baby shoes. Never worn.”
Maybe the baby was born so big
the shoes never fit or the baby lived
someplace warm and went around
barefoot or the baby was held all
the time so his feet never even
touched the ground.
