Poem by Shaw Patton
It’s been so long that laugh tracks seem fresh again.
It’s been so long that laugh tracks seem fresh again.
The Kumbh Mela never comes to Pittsburgh: no one mistakes the Allegheny for the Ganges.
We don’t know who buries us.
An artist of innuendo she imagines praise in her flight.
Well, if you have lost your mind, blame Union Carbide. Blame the Atomic Bomb.