Friday, December 17, 2010

miss misc

In December 2008, I stayed out all night with my friends Pat and Jay, and they convinced me not to go to sleep before I had to catch my plane to Chicago the next morning. Drunk on pizza, I agreed this was a good idea, but then I was seated next to a very chatty Jewish guy, who wanted to tell me about how his waspy professional dancer girlfriend forgot to wish him a happy Hanukkah. I wrote a poem about this.

I also picked the "best" poetry books of 2010.

1 comment: