Poetry
Winter 1992
83-16 Doran Ave., 1952-63
from EROGENOUS ZONES A painted deer looks up from its grazing and cocks its head at . . . What was there to cock one’s head at in a Glendale […]
Poetry
Winter 1992
112½ S. Pugh St., 1964-5
Your friend Don referred to you as Mrs. Rudy Kikel in the letter your mother found (that would be herself, no?) and read. You were so ill-equipped for domesticity, though, […]
Poetry
Winter 1992
4, Rue Princesse, 1966
You were impressed: your room at the Princesse came with a bidet. In Paris to prepare for a reading competency test (small Latin you already had—enough to pass a course […]
Poetry
Winter 1992
101 Charles St., 1967-73
From the darks of your railroad flat, which burrowed into the base of Beacon Hill, you emerged—to be met, once, I remember, by a passing (now he’s a passé) hippie […]