theory of poetry
i am at a poetry reading. i am sitting in the back of the room and my mind wanders. they read for another hour or so it seems. then the person leading the reading suddenly points at me and says
what do you think mike.
so i blurt out a question.
i wonder how far the closest Hard Rock Cafe is from here.
the sudden silence in the room stuns even me.
the parking lot
is full of cars…
i am a pedestrian
First published in Hedgerow!
Michael Rehling 
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