Agoraphobia
He pilfers around for a while
and gets ready for things
as if I want to go have
dinner with him. So
we walk downhill
to Burger King.
Right now I’m still fighting
this cold and I want to
go home. Should I?
(But this is home,
isn’t it?)
Because tonight we
are going to a concert—
the symphony—
to hear something
called
“Frankenstein.”
