one duplex, gone
While visiting my old hometown I paid a visit to the shrine of the old duplex where I had lived for ten or more years…only to find it completely and utterly missing. As my state of flabbergastedness rubbed against my memories of the prior evening when I was reading poems in TS’s house, I went directly to a nearby coffeehouse and wrote the following poem:
January 12th, 2009 at 9:06 pm
I enjoyed the poem. Is that where you burned the mysterious T-shirt in my bucket?
January 16th, 2009 at 12:55 pm
omg yes, i forgot i’d borrowed that bucket! i’ll be able to share the whole story (or what i remember of it) with you in a few years.