April 7, 1969
I feel so bad today
that I want to write a poem.
I don't care: any poem, this
poem.
Remember how conflicted I felt over receiving money via Gayle's death? I think I found a way to put it to good use. My friend Matjames Metson is a…
I was close. Gayle died at 10:30 tonight.
The morning news reminded me that it's now been a decade since this happened.