Dorothy Barresi

It is hard to please the dead, they have such high standards. Mint sauce? Pearls? The window seat or aisle? They sleep deeply, the sleep we met as teenagers curled in the rich silt-beds of new pleasure. It is hard even getting them to answer. Ban [...]

Durable goods, sweet and crude, I calculate your worth by the glory available, divide by dollars spent, my relief, the exact nature and angle of my pleasure: abide with me, things say. We won't leave you here alone. Lipstick, pantyhose (Donna Kar [...]

It was hope, but it was black hope, and it made me sing this song. It was hope, but it was black hope, and it made me sing this song. Through the nights of your terrible leave-taking, your wild, unquenchable cells, through the days and ways of my n [...]