Treasure Island

Erica Jong

(26 March 1942 / New York City)

A Reading


The old poet
with his face full of lines,
with iambs jumping in his hair like fleas,
with all the revisions of his body
unsaying him,
walks to the podium.

He is about to tell us
how he came to this.

Submitted: Wednesday, March 28, 2012

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