Leigh Stein is very, very good at what she does:
ADDENDUM TO THE PREVIOUS DISPATCH
I just remembered every single thing I’ve ever done
and now I’m embarrassed. I want my afterlifeguaranteed, so I have ordered a tomb built at Giza
for my remains. They are as follows: all my clothes,
my harmonica, my body, letters to my enemies.The dictionary says you can refer to everyone
who will be alive in the future as prosperity so
Dear Prosperity, I used to live in the future,too, but I fear the past is a brushfire
and I am a prairie. Now that I have what I asked for
I see I should have been more specific.
How hot is that? Brushfire hot. It appears in the new book of hers I just got, The Future Comes to Those Who Wait, and you should get it too; it’s worth it for the poem on page 18 alone.
(Hillary Eason, can you read this in Mongolia? I hope you can, and are.)