October 7, 2014The Lovers
I was always afraid
of what might get
revealed in a psychic’s
spread—
Forgive me
for not knowing
how we were
every card in the deck.
from #43 - Spring 2014
from #43 - Spring 2014
“When I was a freshman at UCLA in 1983, I checked out Sylvia Plath’s Ariel from the library and settled down by the pool at the Sunset Rec Center. By the time I got up, I knew I wanted to be a poet. Or as Robert Lowell famously put it in his introduction: ‘To play Russian Roulette with all six cartridges loaded.’”