“I always think I want you, that I love you. Until, that is, I’ve had you. You know those poems that are full of longing, desire, and regret? Lust? I could write you a chapbook of those….”
“I always think I want you, that I love you. Until, that is, I’ve had you. You know those poems that are full of longing, desire, and regret? Lust? I could write you a chapbook of those….”