The poet told me she took a train through my state & that Connecticut was beautiful. She told me she loved the Cross on the hill over Bridgeport & I told her that she meant Waterbury, but she said it didn’t matter, it had to be the sound of Bridgeport, which was a real crock. […]
Poetry 75
Samuel Amadon: Fall Is For Football Winter For Hockey
The first time my parents caught me lying it was summer & I told them I was sleeping at Spencer’s when I really slept in a car parked in a field next to the leftovers of a bonfire & woke up to a bee flying into my forehead over & over. My mom called Spencer’s […]