PRETEND YOU ARE
WHAT YOU AREN'T
There's nothing around the flower bed I'd want to be,
and your breakers sleep outside your doorway. How's
that again? The pilgrims were coming to the Methodist
prayer hall and they all looked like people from faraway
places? We sat down and had bagels for breakfast. Heavy
on the cream cheese, light on the talk. Everyone asked
what we were eating. No one really knew bagels in
Dubuque.
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