where the writers are
I'm a stalker, just a little

I saw this poet read tonight. Cynthia Cruz. I've been carrying Ruin in my pocketbook for the last six months, reading and rereading it. Her new poems were just as numinous and fantastic. I think she was a little overwhelmed by the way I slobbered over her when I met her... Oh, well. I can never act cool when I admire someone so much. I least I got a book signed.

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