When I left, you became an island.Shut up in our room all day, you wrapped the woven clotharound…
On Ted Hughes, Sylvia Plath, and Assia Wevill
Scott and Zelda once spent an hourIn the revolving door of a hotel-Just another jazz age prank.Like jumping into the fountain at…
i.they don’t know if it can be passed down,from my grandmother to my mother to me,or this…
Hemingway couldn’t beat it.
Swimming stupidly in circlesThe koi do not seem to mind