Oh I feel so sick! Nothing like a conference to do me in.
I'm reading Peter Conner's new book, Of Whiskey and Winter,
which, in one poem, compares watching a cat vomit to a poetry reading.
Yes, I think, maybe that's about right.
"The cheapest motel in Barstow..." (by Mitch Sisskind)
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