This.
This poem makes my heart burst, of course. And throb and ache and all those terrible, wonderful things that hearts do when they are confronted by raw love.
It's worth noting that I don't ride...
Theodore Dreiser, as interpreted by Gary Sweeney (at the San Antonio Museum of Art. Well, in the parking lot.)
This statement raises the question, of course: where does that leave peanut butter? It helps, though,...
