Remember when I tried to review that vintage vibrator?
Once dead can they regret
While life remains they
will choose life;
The veil is distant
High cirrus, and today
I found this poem written in a small spiral notebook in my grandfather’s briefcase. There were several versions, with edits and scribbles and revisions. This is the final one. Also written in the notebook are four-digit phone numbers, budget lists with $0.10 cups of coffee and $0.25 packs of cigarettes, notes from The Detroit News, and a chart comparing life insurance policies.
One of my uncles has a childhood memory of my grandpa leaving the house late one evening to go see a man named Robert Frost. Though my grandfather was a writer and an artist, I am not aware of any other poetry he may have composed. Maybe he was inspired the night he saw Frost.
Thinking about the Dirty Show, I returned to my question of whether or not there is a brand of sexuality specific to Detroit. It comes down to one thing:
“How do Detroit girls fuck?”
“Detroit girls are backseat girls.”