My husband’s been making himself a good audio rig in the new place, and we’ve been experimenting with recording stuff. I saw a friend share this poem by Tony Hoagland else-internet and I felt suddenly I wanted to read it to every one of my American friends.
So I recorded it, and here it is, whether you’re American or not, whether you’re awake tonight or not. It’s short. It’s called “Reasons to Survive November,” from a collection called What Narcissism Means to Me, published by Gray Wolf Press.
So much love to you all,