Starving
And then there was this thing that happened,
and we didn’t say anything about it.
And when it was time to go on,
I just stood outside their place at one in the morning,
and I was on my way out of town.
The least you can do is say goodbye.

Instead I just stood there,
and I said three wishes.

I know it happened on a night when it felt like rain,
but no rain came.
We were saying something about separations,
and the west,
and we were talking about saving lives.

And one of us,
I can’t recall which one,
said it.

It was about starving,
and banana pie,
and waking up in someone else’s house,
and leaving things behind,
and finding and losing,
and the lost.

And it was one of us who said it.
 

 
Aries 1 (Spring 1994): 36.
© W.T. Pfefferle 1994