how i came to buy a new coat
“If romanticism’s so bad, why are you always howling?,”
I asked the well-dressed assistant director at the mic.
She looked back agog, then changed into a silver fox.
Typical. I didn’t even know how I got on this ship,
or why Princeton University was now seaborne,
or why I had brought my mother along. My mother,
incidentally, had heard me give one talk before,
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