| Hero |
| You know, things weren’t always like this.
There was furniture here once, and I had a lot of it. Couch, chair. They had the same coloring, same pattern. And a nice coffee table, and an end table, and then all the bedroom stuff, queen size, lamp, the whole works. But you know how that is,
I used to be her hero.
I used to know something about stars,
I can sometimes remember what it was.
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| Mississippi
Review 15:3 (Spring/Summer 1987): 60-61.
© W.T. Pfefferle 1987 |