In this situation
we have created,
this utterly stifling
pretentious independence,
I apologize for problems,
for crying, for being less
organized and directed,
for gray hairs, ratty
beach blankets, over‑drawn
checking accounts, my children
my feelings,
in short, for not being
Annette Funicello.

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