Not Reported | Tom Holmes

Mother, I have dreamt you
as artist, musician,
sculptor, poet, dancer, 
as one who arts often
across time and distance,
as artists tend to do,
and once as the evil
banker drawing interest, 
and you chose to leave me
with this empty ledger: 

                   NEW YORK STATE DEPARTMENT OF HEALTH
                ADOPTION AND MEDICAL INFORMATION REGISTRY
                   NON-IDENTIFYING INFORMATION REPORT

Item				Mother		         Father
Age                                 20                             Not reported

Heritage
Nationality                    USA                          Not reported
Ethnic Background      Not reported               "    "
Race                                White                            "    "

Physical Appearance	
Height                            Not reported          Not reported
Weight                                "    "                         "    "
Hair Color                           "    "                         "    "
Eye Color                             "    "                         "    "
Skin Color                            "    "                         "    "
Other Characteristics   Not reported         Not reported
Religion                           Not reported          Not reported
Education                             "    "                         "    "
Occupation                           "    "                         "    "
Talents, Hobbies,
And Interests                 Not reported                   Not reported

Worse, you chose to withhold from me
your passions to fill empty times.
While I’ve been imagining you 
living through space, you were boring
as one who reports everything,
on her tax forms, and as listless
as these unbearing ditto marks.
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