I went to my husband’s friend, playwright Stephen Adly Guirgis’ party last year and I ended up reading a poem on stage. Not this poem. This poem was birthed from my brain the day after the party.
I used to love parties… or did I? Maybe I just loved drinking. The thing I’m realizing in my “maturity” is …
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