THREE POEMS 

The first thought

A lacrosse mom

Wasted on sports and lawyers

A shadow puppet princess

Falling on the prison wall

In a canoe pin

Peter Pan hat

How it becomes clear

In the parking lot

Of Target exactly

What’s waiting

At the

Vanishing

Point

A gesture

At once parody

Of her position

As "Class Barbie"

And the strongest

Possible affirmation

Of it