met me as I left my therapist's building.
Asked me why I was so sad.
Tried to hold my hand.
I let him.
Persuaded me to browse through clearance CDs
in Boscov's basement.
Asked me again, Why are you depressed?
kissed my hand, said,
Your class is full of idiots
who can't think for themselves.
Asked me what grades they deserved.
Asked me to dinner. I wouldn't
though he kissed me goodbye as I waited for the bus.
-- Deena November
Deena November currently lives in Brighton Heights. She has received an MFA in poetry from Carlow University. Many writers featured in Chapter & Verse are guests of Prosody, produced by Jan Beatty and Ellen Wadey. Prosody airs every Tuesday at 7 p.m. on independent radio, WYEP 91.3 FM.