Post Script: Dear Reader
- Postscript:Dear Reader
Dear Reader
Riffling backwards through these pages seeking an arresting image, a memorable line, I feel you hovering outside my door. Come in. Put down your pack. Rest a while. How did I know you were lurking here? Did I "used to be some kind of 'seer'"? If you're asking did I ever hang a sign with a diagram of an open palm— You're standing under it. Am I myself perhaps some kind of reader? For you, the Lazyboy. Just lean back And press the lever. There! Can I bring you something? Pepsi-Cola, bologna on white? Oh I forgot, you've been to college. My Wonder Bread's not good enough for you. [End Page 564] So tell me, how can I, a tragic old woman, delight you? Why should you linger amid the bric-a-brac with me? Give me your palm. I'll show you a thing I learned in the Old Country. Oh my God Wherever you purchased this book, take it back. Shut it at once and keep it shut. Don't make me tell you what I see.
Belle Randall's books of poetry include True Love, Drop Dead Beautiful, The Orpheus Sedan, and 101 Different Ways of Playing Solitaire. She has taught in several creative writing programs, including Stanford University's.
