Beth Gordon: Self-Reference

  Self-Reference The poet eats ice cream in the rain, a culmination of swagger gone awry. Glassy-eyed deadheads offer him henna tattoos, hemp oil massages, he accepts. A white expanse appears, fog rising from the frozen lake, a deer is dead. The poet pretends he lived in Montana as a child, watched tumbleweeds from his […]

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