I Go Back To The House For A Book
I turn around on the gravel and go back to the house for a book, something to read at the doctor's office, and while I am inside, running the finger of inquisition along a shelf, another me that did not bother to go back to the house for a book heads out on his own, rolls down the driveway, and swings left toward town, a ghost in his ghost car, another knot in the string of time, a good three minutes ahead of me — a spacing that will now continue for the rest of my life.
Billy Collins


2 comments:
At first I thought you wrote that. And I was thinking to myself...what is Erin taking?????
I wrote a poem like that in college in the fall of 1989. I'll try to find it and post it when I do. Hilarious! -of course, BC says it SOOOO much better....
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