In rooms full of strangers my most tender feelings writhe

124 - Halfway through the year but not yet July, I wonder if my summer is passing me by. Drafts from last summer's writing experiment raise the question, at what point does a diary become a work of literature? I also bring you the poem 'For Grace, After a Party' by Frank O'HaraI'll be featured at this ⁠⁠event at Kubrick⁠⁠I do poetry and radio: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.atomicheart.fm⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Atomic Heart airs weekly on CFMS 105.9 FMCurated and presented by Atom Alicia