And what followed were two blindingly crazy weeks of emotions surfacing like tidal waves. Dog day dusk in Glover Park. Land of my mid-youth dreams. Window fan blowing like hurricane winds through muggy Florida Keys. Sticky interiors of mid-city summer night houses. Interior explosions keep me everywhere. I am reigning over intellectual chic Sunday afternoon brunch in New York with my lover, Harry– art director for GQ who I have fallen madly in love with. I am in my mother’s trailer. I am at my father’s funeral. I
August 1st, 1977
August 1st, 1977
August 1st, 1977
And what followed were two blindingly crazy weeks of emotions surfacing like tidal waves. Dog day dusk in Glover Park. Land of my mid-youth dreams. Window fan blowing like hurricane winds through muggy Florida Keys. Sticky interiors of mid-city summer night houses. Interior explosions keep me everywhere. I am reigning over intellectual chic Sunday afternoon brunch in New York with my lover, Harry– art director for GQ who I have fallen madly in love with. I am in my mother’s trailer. I am at my father’s funeral. I