“On New Year’s Eve, in a black velvet jacket, at a party in the lobby of a downtown hotel, with a drink in each hand-on for him, one for me-I kept asking where he was, if anyone had seen him. I had his passport in my back pocket. I shouldn’t have taken that either. It was the only picture of him I could find.” Fucking brutal. I would follow Richard Siken to the ends of the earth.
— Oct 25, 2025 08:22PM
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