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      March 16, 2024Lynne ThompsonA Lover, Rejected, Rejects the Myth That Is Billie Holiday

      knows she was an uncommon arroyo who understood
      that blue on the quintile is a withering thing;
      knows Billie lived in an upended Vermont and was
      not unlike a nova or a seed in a scalawag’s belly;
      figures that La Gardenia’s mistake was believing that
      autumn in New York would make a satisfactory break
      and that junk was the best horse she never saddled.
      But I have learned to beware the tonsils of swivelhipped
      conquerors whose lanolin cannot absorb
      loneliness. I have gotten lost in the politics of
      undressed mud and am no longer obliged to lie down
      with fat cats. When I am too scared to dream,
      I, my own bald-faced tympani, admonish my dismal pen
      to publish the music that will alarm my arrogant judges.

      from #22 - Winter 2004

      Lynne Thompson

      ‘A Lover, Rejected’ was the chance to allow language to elope with some of my favorite concepts—sass, skepticism and Billie Holiday, with bon mots like ‘scalawag’ and ‘quintile’ in attendance.