Tag Archives: Janette Schafer

Choir Trip, Washington DC, 1992

The van did not come. Three college girls with tired legs. The van did not come. There is more than one mall in the city and there is no more grass to tread. The van did not come. A guy … Continue reading

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Come Find Me

(For Craig) Come find me, I am sitting in the back, my head tipped down over a book. Come find me, I am at my table alone. The salsa I am eating is too spicy. Come find me, I am … Continue reading

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