AWP Poem

My Night with Brenda Shaughnessy
     Based on actual AWP events

I saw her pass quickly
from the glassed patio and its black rain

I said, “Brenda—
I love your work”

We were both
so drunk

and as she pushed a heavy door open
she said, with an odd look,

“This is the ladies’ room—”
It was all I needed to hear.