Playing Bingo with Wally

Pleasant, that is. A prose poem.

Michael A. Van Kerckhove
Nov 1 · 4 min read
Photo by 42 North on Unsplash

Early September 1995, and I drive into the rain, my headlights barely visible as they shine off roadside spray. One headlight is slightly crooked from my run-in with Bambi, or doe a deer, earlier this year (four months ago in fact), a late-night drive up 131 between Kalamazoo and Grand Rapids, Michigan, to meet up with a man a decade my senior — not Wally by the way…

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Writer/Performer. Bookish, Particular, Gen X, Scorpio, Detroit → Chicago. Personal Essays & Things, some Fiction & Poetry. Welcome. MichaelVanKerckhove.com.

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