I remember getting mail in
from Jack Neff. A Saturday, after
a parade. In the dayroom. Where
the mail room was. I wrote a long letter
in reply. Also, I bought Tropic of Cancer
in hardback. Grove Press published it.
28 years after it was banned. Monk was 40
when his ship came in. I am 70. Nothing visible
on the horizon. No eagerly awaited volumes
of daily typewriting scholarship.
No books of poems.
No tits and no
veteran’s preference.