That Evening Sun

she walked out of Miss Ulrich's office

and stopped just before descending

the stairway. she remembered how

she once read The Sound and the Fury bit by

bit inside the 373 on her way to work

every morning before sun up, and how weird
it had been, how dazed she would feel then
every time she had to step out of the bus and
walk down the street to Rawson Pl. as if nothing
had changed(nothing was ever the same
after she'd read As I Lay Dying)and the tower
buildings would appear to be made
of plastic, people would look like Playmobil
characters(not even the smell of coffee, or the
voice of the delivery guy swearing would be
real)and she would feel like someone never
really truly awake, never(not now
either). carefully, she reached for the first
concrete step with her right foot, trying
hard not to think too much.