I’m at a table with a
bunch of men (a scene
that brings to mind
the old domino hall
back home), one of
them talking all
the others’ ears
off about how he
started studying
Muslim after 9/11
because he wanted
to understand (he
compares and
contrasts it to/
with Catholicism).
I have a peach and
banana smoothie
and I rented a
Pontiac to get
here, and even-
tually to Mills
for a conference
at which I will be
sitting in on a
panel discussion
about How to
Make It As a
Poet in the
Real World.
