—"THAT’S LIFE,” THAT’S WHAT ALL THE PEOPLE SAY
I Miss Terry Kath
I find my doppelgänger
crouched under a peach tree
staring at earthworms
peeking up through the
damp lawn. He looks skinny,
confused and forlorn like a
caterpillar with nowhere to burrow.
I ask, “Do you like Chicago?”
and he says, “You mean the band?”
and I say, “How’d you know I
meant that and not the city?”
and he says, “I miss Terry Kath,”
and I say “No one remembers
him anymore,” and he says, “I know,”
and I say, “Maybe Mom could be that way,”
and he says (…) and I say, “For our sake,”
and he says, “But she’s right here,”
and I say “What? Where?” and he says,
“Under the soil,” and I say,
“You’re fucking with me, right?”
and he says, “No, man, she‘s looking
at me right now,” and I say,
“That’s impossible, you
were always a terrible liar,”
and he says, “She’s smiling again.”
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