• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 09

the unexpected attention of strangers

Even though
I was only stopped
at temporary traffic lights
she walked over and asked
if I was somebody famous.

She stared, her brow
Sandra, she said,
Sandra Bullock,

that’s who.
You remind me of her.
She’s good, she is.
      I like her.

What was she in ?

Can I have your autograph ?

But I’m not her, I said.

That’s OK, dear, I love you anyway.