Monthly Archives: October, 2009
A poem by ee cummings I read during the Garden Party to wide critical acclaim.
goodby Betty,don’t remember me
pencil your eyes dear and have a good time
with the tall tight boys at Tabari’
s,keep your teeth snowy, stick to beer and lime,
wear dark,and where your meeting breasts are round
have roses darling,it’s all i ask of you—
but that [...]