Thursday, November 11, 2010



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.

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