Cranberry bog sunrise he watched
through the window of his hotel
suite before the press conference
on inmate violence. Doris already
tore through the early edition and
left the door open when she ran out
to see the Good Friday procession.
Through the streets of someone else’s
Newark they marched slowly and
solemnly.
He turned up the volume on the dicta-
phone and went over his notes again,
again, again.
The Key Largo travel brochure lay
unopened on the nightstand. Doris
came back in and said she was bored
and he looked up and said “what?”
Doris called downstairs for breakfast,
and he asked her what she was thinking
about wearing for the press conference.
A governor’s wife has to make a certain
impression.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
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