There's no contest, people: that old chapbook of mine is WAAAY more embarrassing to me than the yellow thong. What's worse, all the Montana students I met this past weekend seem to own copies.
Back in Ithaca, sun's out, seventy degrees! Me and dog walk now.
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Hah! Would it hurt you to know that I found it in the bargain section of the UC Bookstore? I hope not. I eagerly await the day that I can be remaindered. It's a fine verb form.
Oh, and passing on a note about the identities of the other missoulians you met last week, is a post from Michael Zbigley, yet another Missoula poet, here
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