POETRY
Stop Making Sense
Burning Down The House

Burned all my notebooks. What good are notebooks?
They won’t help me survive.
My chest is aching, burns like a furnace.
The burning keeps me alive. — The Talking Heads, “Love During Wartime”
Burned all my notebooks. What good are notebooks?
They won’t help me survive.
My chest is aching, burns like a furnace.
The burning keeps me alive. — The Talking Heads, “Love During Wartime”
Teacher. Satirist. Scholar. Published in Slackjaw, Points in Case, McSweeney’s, Ben Jonson Journal, and elsewhere. Definitely not a robot. Or an alien.
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Teacher. Satirist. Scholar. Published in Slackjaw, Points in Case, McSweeney’s, Ben Jonson Journal, and elsewhere. Definitely not a robot. Or an alien.