I wanted to be the dude
who took the photographs
that were used for basketball cards.
I thought that was the coolest job.
Now I have a storage shed in Lower Manhattan
that holds a few green boxes
of basketball cards whose value is only sentimental now.
I'm 35 and aside from writing poetry,
I couldn't tell you what I want these days.
Maybe a cartoonist or an archeologist,
or just angry as a gift.