published in Volume 7, Issue 1 on April 24th, 2000
it was at a dinner
the publication of his second
novel, but by the time
we were introduced I'd already
had more than my share
of bourbon, which gave me the courage
that I hoped he would one day
put his fiction aside (good as it was, I lied)
and return to the theatre.
Gadge gave a sad smile
and took both my hands in his, rubbing the fingers
like a printer savoring vellum.
"Since talent is so often
the scar tissue over a wound," he said,
"a mouth like you got and fingers like those,
you could really be a contendah,
no shit, kiddo, you ever get a shot at a role
where they want you to sing, take it from me,
don't worry about a thing
just go down on your knees and blow."