on being a loser

On a September day,
the anniversary of the suicide
of one of America's brilliant writers,
I read an interview with my own
favorite author, and learned that
despite his Pulitzer, he thinks
I'm still a loser, as if he ever was--

Yet on this day
young people gathered, creating silence
amidst jackhammers, reverence in the flurry--
And I realized that these students
experienced reading Wallace
not unlike my experience reading Chabon
and I was reminded: We are visitors, not losers.