Here, Billy Collins is asking about where I teach school. He seems amused…or just tolerant. Maybe he can sense that we only paid a buck at the Friends of the Library book sale for that first-edition we’re having him sign.
I did, however, get to meet him pre-reading when he was trying to find the restroom. That single event sealed our friendship and every other time he saw us that night, he’d say “you again!”
I particularly liked when he read this poem:
OH, MY GOD
Not only in church
and nightly by their bedsides
do young girls pray these days
Wherever they go,
prayer is woven into their talk
like a bright thread of awe
Even at the pedestrian mall
outbursts of praise
spring unbidden from their glossy lips.