Lyric Prose |
“The Smell of a Peeled Orange from Across the Room”
“… she told me I was a stupid boy and that meant that there would be no other night like this for me and I couldn’t remember my name but her name was Sally …”
Lyric Prose |
“Four Interiors,” “Distance Prayer,” “Mala” & “John Donne: A Closet Drama”
“She would scratch my back and shoulders lightly. She would call me Angelique. We were close and we were not. The world was full of things we could not say, so many I barely noticed them.”