my mother made a robe for Kennedy
it's part of what I like to consider
her mythology
since it seems somewhat
incomprehensible
i believe it and i doubt it
every time i think about it
she would have been about twenty
at the time
and that's also weird to think
my father can remember
exactly where he was
sitting on a wall
when he heard about
the assassination
and my mother used
to really be enamored
with Camelot
and yet now i sense
that she doesn't really care
we all forget our dying king
and yet i sense that it's
simply no longer important to her
all of that's important to the New Fade, too
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