Poem
'Jim Carroll’s Ass', a new poem by Alice Notley
by Alice Notley •
Nothing seems real yet I’m willing
to play ‘the real’ game for ones I love
and when I’m sick I go get pills
but more and more hovering above it I’m
and then is it a question of for who that’s why
I no longer have memories I don’t care about them
though I can contrive more but I don’t
belong in them anymore ‘Do you really think
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