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My Places
All my favorite places have been overrun
by kids who look at me as though I’m
some old lady who lost her way, stumbled
into their club late at night on the way
to buy last-minute groceries or some important
old lady medication.
All of my regular haunts are being haunted
by children who don’t understand how important
these places are to me, children
who will grow up to become boring adults
have boring jobs, live boring lives
forget why they ever came to these places
and will wonder about
strange old ladies like me.