As I Was Saying, Elise Partridge

A few months ago, Gail Mazur read Elise Partridge (1958-2015) poems at the Blacksmith House that were delightful, amusing, sour. So, I went to look up some more and particularly like this one from the Poetry Foundation. Especially the ending imperative:

Slit open his mattress, insert two stinking trout,

tip last week's beers over his speakers,

and light out.


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