COME SAY HELLO

Here is a disquieting coincidence that has never happened before and will never happen again: I will actually be in DC over AWP weekend, visiting my bosom friend Child-Size Lavender -- she whose face I once so crudely sculpted. I won't be attending the conference itself because it seems to be for crazy people, but I'll be going to offsite readings because why not. You might even glimpse me at the Bookfair on Saturday, wandering white-faced and open-mouthed among the real poets, pupils either large enough to put your fists through or small enough for a mouse to make love to -- I can never remember which way "dilated" goes. My cough persists and I bet trying to breathe in some actual winter will make it worse so I have saved four TussiCaps for the trip which HOPEFULLY I won't have to use; though if I slink up to you and start rubbing my face all over your sweater while like purring, that's what's going on. If all goes according to plan I will be dressed like a deconstructed Episcopalian minister. You'll understand when you see me.