Welcome to Volume 2 of Cider Press Review (2001), courtesy of The Digital Project. In this volume of Cider Press Review, we revisit 2001,
When I came home from college, my mother told me Marco had called and wanted to go out, but she wished I wouldn’t because
I close my eyes, my fingers around money, my door (I lock it), boxes full of everything, old letters you once wrote me, searching
i wrap myself in a see-thru shower curtain & pretend i’m a particle of dust out for a night on the town, i count