2002/boston

The sun is gone
for the day,
3:30 p.m.
in winter.
It’s as bad
as Boston,
at least in that
way.
I don’t know
about others.
I’ve never been
to Boston,
but always figured
I wouldn’t fit in,
not preppy enough
or sporty
or plaid,
or pedigreed
or whatever
I ever imagined
people in Boston
were.

1/14/2002