He said, You’re just like me at your age–sleep too much, eat too much, drink too much, fuck too much . . . I didn’t tell him until the last, the end of that year, I didn’t come to class because he thought I read well and I knew I stuttered and how could he not hear it? or the rest of those in that room with its fading tan walls, the one where his friend boomed lines from Paradise Lost the same days he introduced me to his friends, Kunitz, Lowell . . . and Auden, from whose Italian villa he had just returned with his bride Beatrice O’Connell.
(23 August 2013)
copyright 2013 by Floyce Alexander
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