"One of the things about being a writer is that it’s a solitary occupation. One of the great pleasures of my life was the few times when I’ve been it and done it with other people. The most intense version of that was the four years I spent at Harvard working on The Crimson, the newspaper."
stars melt in your skin
for R.M
quiet nights held inside your hands like water waitingfor the chance to become your ladder.
you first reminisced, as if...
After William Carlos Williams
So much
De
Pends
Uponthe dazed chickens
Fraughtwith meltwater
Besidesthe demonic and menacing
Icecream truck
Thatcirculates the neighborhood
Withan off-key kilter tune:
(Davidsings-“ dee bee dee bee dee bee boop...
