I rotted with your good intentions. The fine feelings and sacrifices.Watching television; listening to radio: reading the news, and worsenovelists. You were picking your left nostril. Scratching your voluminous arse.Being modern. You were arguing who should do what, first. Last. Or not at all.Such atavism thinking about love as if it were history bound towound […]

Domestic Séance — Dean Baker’s Poetry and Songs