I’ve been trying to write something about the time Andrew came home from work with the shocking news that Adam Howe, his best friend from when he was living in Provincetown, had killed his mother and set her body on fire in front of the house where she lived and where Adam was ordered by the court to live under his mother’s supervision due to various arrests for domestic abuse.
Since when I met you it was as the twin of Kevin, all I remember from that day was the blue album playing and handing it back and forth taking turns looking at the song list stroking her picture with the record spinning in the room of your house but I can't remember where. When I rediscovered you yesterday I went to Youtube and watched you read a poem which made me cry. I thought of Kevin and falling in love with him at 14, it was a first for me ever wanting to glue myself to a boy, then looking from the album cover over at you and Kevin and wondering if you were interchangeable. I also remember thinking it makes sense there are two of them because with all that explosive intellect it would be way too much to inhabit just one person.
I think the thing I love most about your writing--which I only just realized after more than a decade--is how you don't shy away from decay. You invite it to sit next to you in the passenger seat of your car and then ask it how it is. Then you drive it wherever it wants to go.
Since when I met you it was as the twin of Kevin, all I remember from that day was the blue album playing and handing it back and forth taking turns looking at the song list stroking her picture with the record spinning in the room of your house but I can't remember where. When I rediscovered you yesterday I went to Youtube and watched you read a poem which made me cry. I thought of Kevin and falling in love with him at 14, it was a first for me ever wanting to glue myself to a boy, then looking from the album cover over at you and Kevin and wondering if you were interchangeable. I also remember thinking it makes sense there are two of them because with all that explosive intellect it would be way too much to inhabit just one person.
OMG — just realized who you are! Andrea nee Cohen!!
lol yeah, I was glad to see you still got your pencils:)
The next box of Happiness should arrive Friday or Saturday. Don't drop it, since I included a jar of peach jam from our peach lands.
You are a prince. Thank you. xx
I think the thing I love most about your writing--which I only just realized after more than a decade--is how you don't shy away from decay. You invite it to sit next to you in the passenger seat of your car and then ask it how it is. Then you drive it wherever it wants to go.
Love this! Thank you!! 🩷