I gave a reading with the spirited and glamorous poet Jill Alexander Essbaum last night to a capacity crowd at the West Chester Poets House. We stayed up talking half the night. Upon waking this morning, I discovered that pictures had already been posted on the Best American Poetry site and elsewhere.

Here’s one of Jill’s poems, in case you don’t know her.

“On Reading Poorly Transcribed Erotica” by Jill Alexander Essbaum

She stood before him wearing only pantries
and he groped for her Volvo under the gauze.
She had saved her public hair, and his cook
went hard as a fist.  They fell to the bad.
He shoveled his duck into her posse
and all her worm juices spilled out.
Still, his enormous election raged on.
Her beasts heaved as he sacked them,
and his own nibbles went stuff as well.
She put her tong in his rear and talked ditty.
Oh, it was all that he could do not to comb.

I am at a strangle, almost sinister angle in this picture, but Jill looks fabulous, as usual.