Thursday, June 14, 2007

Postmodernism at the Eye Doctor


We were both waiting
for the eye doctor,
she reading a book,

and me
drawing a picture
of her

reading a book.
She seemed to be reading
a book that she never

wanted to be over,
like some people
live their lives.

I watched her
out of the corner
of my eye

read the last
page over
and over,

as if she could
prolong
or

change the
ending
the next time around.