Tommy McAree
Tommy McAree likes to travel. He’s lived in Indonesia, Central America, South Africa, and Ithaca, New York, and on the moon. If you don’t believe him, he doesn’t blame you.
Tommy McAree likes to travel. He’s lived in Indonesia, Central America, South Africa, and Ithaca, New York, and on the moon. If you don’t believe him, he doesn’t blame you.
I’d been thinking about leaving. I’d been thinking how there’s something about out here. Before long it’s a new January and you’re hungover with a heartache for a man you won’t see for several years until he pops up on that very popular, critically-acclaimed sitcom with that actress you learned to like, then hate, then feign indifference abou
The leak in your breathing/ tube makes a cartoon squeak./ It takes two nurses, silent/ as nuns, to place you/ in my arms...
If I have already/ gone insane/ but I want to get/ crazier yet,/ what’s my move?/ Go outsane?
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