of leaving my public out in the cold. For a long long time. Meanwhiles, I drink too much, ace my classes, love my family, and many othe remarkable things. But the thing about leaving your public... Wait let me tell you who my public is (and I may be borrowing liberal-ly from a friend of a friend's match.com profile. But here is who I am talking about when I speak of my public: people of superior gentility and queer tastes, people who know how to rock their own socks off and do it often,
those who practice the art of the snow day, sick day, vacation day, and mental health month. Those who can sing me back to sleep when I wake up at 2 am with an unhealthy poem on my mind.
