(JCH
-- 1991)
The man at the
counter checked my ID.
Everything was
in order, he said
As he glanced at
the mug shot.
Is that a dog in
a cow pasture?
Am I here?
Were we there?
Where have we been?
And where are we
going?
I don’t remember
everything.
They read my mind
Took the words
right off the page.
Surely she must
know by now.
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