We would have dancedto the Beatles, you andI, with a vodka in onehand and our poetryin the other. I would have taught you some  New steps you undoubtedlynever heard of before: gosoftly, don’t shout and singwhen you can’t find the wordsto speak your sadness.   How I would have paid any-thing to have seen you growold, the blonde thinning, thegorgeous smile smothered inmy kisses and your wrinkles  From … Continue reading Back in the USSR by Cynthia Andrews