she said, "i think you'd be happier if you didn't dress in black all the time..."
& then after a pause, she added, "i think you should wear turquoise..."
"you make me want to make nooses out of fucking rainbows," i replied...
This blog is updated irregularly and has nothing to do with the poet's output. The poet is actually disturbingly prolific. He writes about 5 poems per day. The pages are everywhere, even stacked in the bathtub.