1963
All that loves green produces green.
If this letter finds you well,
please know that we are absurdly
famous. Girls want us to sign
their breasts, make babies. I am
not aroused. The impure thoughts
about John feel strong the way
the anchor is strong, steady the way
a cat's hand is steady. I cannot,
even with your impending death,
afford conversion therapy. Please
send money. I drown like a broke
musician in my thoughts.
'The Hours and Times' of poems. Lovely. *****
Chris, thank you so much!
Yes
Thanks so much, Joani!
Quite moving.
Thanks so much, Erika!
Beautiful.
Love this!
Thanks so much, Dianne!
Thanks so much, Darryl!