I Have A Good Memory For Words,

I Was Thinking, Too, Of Superman And His Fortress Of Solitude.

I Said, “i Need To Hear Something That’s Going To Save My Life.” Re: Selecting Songs From A Jukebox.

It Is Always So Simple, And So Complicating, To Accept An Apology.

There Were So Many Pittsburgh Poets In My Hallway That If, At That Instant, A Meteorite Had Come Smashing Through My Roof, There Would Never Have Been Another Stanza Written About Rusting Fathers And Impotent Steelworkers And The Bessemer Convertor Of Love.

Every Time Another Review Comes Out I Let Out A Deep Breath.