by Kim Addonizio: You’re lucky. It’s always them and not you.
Poem Author: Kim Addonizio
by Kim Addonizio: Sometimes what you remember is their voices again, / coming on inside you like strung lights in your blood,
by Kim Addonizio: A man walks into a bar. You think that’s some kind of joke? / Actually he runs in, to get out of the freezing weather. / Who cares, you say. Nobody you know.