How I Became a Native Son
I had just moved to the Upper East Side.
It was raining really hard so
I looked out my window concerned
for my new city, but oddly
rain just poured
on my building. This confused
and depressed me. How typical
for the heavens to single me out
for their wrath! Then I realized
it was just window washers.
And I felt relieved, and suddenly
unspecial.
after Jay Kuo
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