shot glass
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Karen Stromberg


In an Auditorium

I'm reading a story out loud
when a woman in the back starts sobbing.
Her friend puts an arm around her shoulders.
I keep reading. She keeps sobbing.
I want to say: None of this is true. I made it up.
I want to say: This isn't a bad death;
this character's been ill a long time.
I want to say: Hey! You're driving me nuts.
I want to say: I'm sorry for your loss.
I want to say: Thank you! Oh, thank you.