Before we installed the ear-shattering
smoke alarm, I painted its white face,
including the embossed directive
not to do so, a color as close
to the natural wood ceiling as
my limited palette allowed.
I don’t trust my memory anymore,
especially when I’m steaming artichokes,
so I’ve made this concession
to conformity and safety—
brightening up my compliance
with the stubborn rebellion
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— Thomas Detroit
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— Robert Dycus
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