Poetry
Autumn 2005
Gal Noir
oh Lana Turner we love you get up —Frank O’Hara, Poem Nothing familiar, nothing sugarcoatable, I left the hospital board of managers reception a little drunk. Not drunk—on two Camparis […]
Poetry
Autumn 2005
Used One Speed, Princeton
I painted my bike purple, it's finding a brown to fade to. Along the long slow curve of streets gelato-colored houses change in dusk to colors of dove. On my […]