Tapioca, 1968

When dad bowls on Mondays, 

mom sets up the card table so 

we eat dinner with The Monkees.  

I have a crush on wool hat Mike, elan for a seventh grader.  

WCFL plays “Tapioca Tundra.”  

The lyrics make no sense but I’m drawn to them. 

In English we write about hidden meanings.  

I don’t like when meanings hide, though I hide too. 

by Guest Contributor Kenneth Pobo

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