I had to take a shit but instead I went into this shop to have a key made. the woman was dressed

I’m soft. I dream too. I let myself dream. I dream of being famous. I dream of walking the streets of London and

we are gathered here now to bury her in this poem. she did not marry an unemployed wi… beat her every

they’d come around and they’d ask “you finished your 2nd novel yet?” “no.”

no one is sorry I am leaving, not even I; but there should be a minstrel or at least a glass of wine. bothers the young most, I think:

I had Fridays and Saturdays off, which made Sunday the roughest day. Plus the fact that on Sunday they made me report at 3:30 p.m. instead of my usual 6:18 p.m. This Sunday I went in an...

she sits on the floor going through a cardboard box reading me love letters I have wri… while her 4 year old daughter lies… wrapped in a pink blanket and

the girls are coming home in their… and I sit by the window and watch. there’s a girl in a red dress driving a white car

stew at noon, my dear; and look: the ants, the sawdust, the mica plants, the shadows of banks like bad jokes; do you think we’ll hear

keep remembering the horses under the moon keep remembering feeding the horse… sugar white oblongs of sugar

maybe I’ll win the Irish Sweepsta… maybe I’ll go nuts maybe Harcourt Brace will call or maybe unemployment insurance or rich lesbian at the top of a hill.

R.O.T.C. kept me away from sports while the other guys practiced every day. They made the school teams, won their letters and got the girls. My days were spent mostly marching around in...

16 years old during the depression I’d come home drunk and all my clothing— shorts, shirts, stockings—