Wednesday, March 21, 2007
I met the Poet last night about an hour and half after the official, astronomical, start of spring. How appropriate, for she’s sweet, delightful, and hot. (It’s funny how photos, the supposedly realistic medium par excellence, never do real justice to the three-dimensional figure in motion.) We’re teaming up to read one of her poems, a duet or round, at a reading later this week. Frankly, I find the idea of reading together rather erotic. In related news, I learned about this cool little hotel on 17th Street: her room’s a walk-in closet, sans sink even. Being a gentleman, I just glanced in and wondered about the soundproofing.