
Connolly Ryan Poems, Day 3: “She Taught Her Neighborhood To Breathe”
With legs as long and felicitous as those, who needs Happy Hours? Even junkies crumpled in derelict alcoves are dying to know if her unbelievably shiny knees will be on the test. Of course her voice itself is the answer to why homicidal ruminations in the hearts of all men who have heard her speak are at an all time low. But did you also … Continue reading Connolly Ryan Poems, Day 3: “She Taught Her Neighborhood To Breathe”