Bad [Poetry Journal Writing] From My Writing Past #12: Where Have You Gone? (1/31/1995)
Note: Read aloud I was not on the soggy lawn, talking with Farmer Bob or Harmless Todd, gnawing on cob, or watching the dogs, donkeys, hogs, and other livestock squawking or hee-hawing in the lofts or stalls and gobbling or hobbling or pawing since dawn. I was not at the mall with Roger the Jock, or father, or Don the doddering father’s father, walking along at a crawl with the mob that bothers to shop and stop and shop and…