“And for the last one — it is the only poem of mine that I know by heart — goes like this: You know what is my favorite book? Your butt.” Laughter ascended as Richard Hell read the last of a series of poems, the latter of which was for…
“And for the last one — it is the only poem of mine that I know by heart — goes like this: You know what is my favorite book? Your butt.” Laughter ascended as Richard Hell read the last of a series of poems, the latter of which was for…
