Poetry and the literary culture I'm growing in a milk carton
Cute photos! I like your hand in the action photo.
I think I saw you on the N last night!...I'd introduce myself, except what if it isn't really you?
Hey! Are you Christine? sometimes works. Also, was it really late, like 11PM?Or you might just try reciting the contents of the last rejection letter you sent me... ;P
Yeah, it was really late, I was coming home from a class at the New School. I think it was definitely you.I'm pretty (e.g. absolutely) certain I've never sent you a rejection letter, though! ;)
Mark -- you're right. It was another Mark who reads my blog who sent me a rejection. They're too many of you Marks out there!
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