Poetry

LXXXIX

Raised on fairy tales with beautiful, innocent heroines, but denied
credibility as beautiful, how could I be rescued? Wait to be kissed, wisdom
whispered, wait for some faultless Apollonian boyfriend to notice
your winsome smile. Let him comment upon your …

Poetry

XC

I bought a house on the island. They gave me work at the university.
A house! What will I write, if everything is okay now? Now what will
I yell at the world? Instability lent my words a careening drive; …