Author Archives: Karen To and Fro

About Karen To and Fro

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Hair

My hair is getting weird There’s a long tuft on top which just showed up. If it wasn’t for this fucking virus I would go to the salon For a styling But here I am stuck in my house Looking … Continue reading

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Crossing the Street

I have learned caution Nowadays I look both ways before crossing the street Instead of flying willy nilly into traffic Like I used to do. I swear You can only get run over so many times Metaphorically speaking Until you … Continue reading

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Me Myself

Okay, I’m not laughing I am sick of being by myself, also Maybe sick of myself. Even in the best of times Which this is not I have As they say Limited existential resiliency. So when I Polish my nails … Continue reading

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Positively Bleeker Street

When I was 16 and an artist I would dress in black And take the subway From the Bronx to Greenwich Village To hang out. I carried a sketchbook and Rapidograph pen and drew Fellow passengers on the long ride … Continue reading

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Reading

When I read the Reader’s Digest cover to cover Each week And all the books on our shelves at home Peyton Place My Three Prisoners Van Loon’s Geography And many more My mother frowned. When I read the Saturday Evening … Continue reading

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Urning Your Love

I am dissatisfied with myself Petty, fat, ungraceful, soon to be dead And lightly mourned. I used to want a big celebration when I died With four white horses prancing down Main Street An obelisk and marble urns Wreaths of … Continue reading

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The Carriage Trade

When Katy was a baby And we lived on the Upper West Side She wore a bonnet And a pink hand-knitted outfit. I wheeled her up Broadway In a pram built like a cruise ship That had a convertible top … Continue reading

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