Winter 1994 • Vol. XVI No. 1 Poetry |

Epilogue: Nevertheless

The bookbag on my back, I'm out the door, Winter turns to spring The way it does, and I buy dresses. A year later, it gets to where When they say How are you feeling, With that anxious look on their faces, And I start to tell them the latest About my love life or my kids' love lives, Or my vacation or my writer's block-- It actually takes me a while To realize what they have in mind-- I'm fine, I say, I'm great, I'm clean. The bookbag on my back, I have to run.

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