I feel as though I've had this conversation over and over again
I'm a hip chick,
my mother said.
Oh, Mom,
I said,
You are the
hippest chick.
Do you really mean it,
my mother said,
Or are you just
making fun?
Mom, I said,
you're a hip chick.
How could anyone
argue with that?
My mother squinted.
My mother swept a clump
of hair away from my
eye.
My mother looked
inside
and smiled.
It's true, she said.
Penya Sandor