Non Believers   #135
November 8, 2002

I was sitting in the back room
of the salon and April was
mixing color, 

We made small talk as I held
a red book in my lap
it’s pages crisp and
unturned. 

“Whatcha’ reading?”
I flashed her the book
and she laughed at
the title

Pallbearers Envying The
One Who Rides

“Super fantastic!
What sort of book is it?”

“Poetry.”  I replied

“Boy you really do like
Poetry don’t you?”

she must have not
believed me the first time