I was at a bookstore looking for light reading to massage my brain and decided to become Krazy Kat Lady and get these 3 books:
But my brain refuses to relax. To make a long story short, I got into a conversation with the bookseller and that ended up with an agreement for me to freshen up their used poetry book section with all my spare copies of poetry books by, per request, “live authors.” No more dead poets, apparently. No problem, Moi naturally replied. And that’s how I roll.