To A Lady Who Believes Me Dead (circa 1962)
Poem (circa 1962)
Excerpt
To A Lady Who Believes Me Dead
of course, my dear, I realize you hated my fingernails
and the shape of my feet, at least,
or the night curses
against what I could not guess...
Appears in Books
- Cold Dogs in the Courtyard - 1965, pg. 8
Appears in Magazines
- South And West: A National Literary Quarterly - vol. 1, no. 3, 1962
- Outsider - no. 2, 1962, pg. 43