“gravity’s pinned minions / ain’t that sweet”

  • Four new poems by Richard Parks in Snow Monkey. Love em. “Hey: what’s the Spanish for ‘ass curtain’?”
  • I really picked the wrong night last night to drink four beers smoke 40 fags and eat a suiza, man, sheesh! Why? Well, today I have to be in 1980s businesswoman drag all day, for work—shoulder-pads, heels, thigh-cut dress, heavy makeup, heavy belt, colossal earrings, the whole bit——would much rather not be physically ill in this get-up. Composing memos of consequence to to the angels and devils of my conscience through a cheesecloth of queasy exhaustion. “Oh, well. I’ll survive.” [brappppp]