Curiosity

Curiosity

I got on my bicycle and rode

all the way to the movies alone

after lunch that Saturday.  Sat there

eating popcorn, watched myself

become scenery away from my image.

When I left the theater, it had already

started to get dark and I couldn’t remember

my way back home in that dim autumn light. 

I wondered about cowboys, 24-hour movie

theaters, and the possibility of getting picked up

in a bathroom in NYC.  Was that possible?  

Only on Saturdays, I concluded.  

Sundays were for Jesus.  I played

the organ at church, and hid behind books

with letters of the alphabet: D to F and G to H.