Shelley Wong (Of Quietness, Fire Island, and Looking at Each Other)
Of Poetry Podcast
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Fire Island Poems
Fire Island spans 32 miles and is drifting west. "I wander as federal land, not a branched interlude of neon pool parties," one poem says. The poet tries to divide 11 years, but cannot be held to exactness. We all have the same Madonna Whitney childhood, set to synthesize their beats, he writes.
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