cool poet. I struck up a

convo in the St James's parish hall
after Sunday eucharist
because they were carrying a tote bag
with an image of the First Folio
of The Tragedie of Hamlet,
Prince of Denmark.
They used to be Catholic. Me too.

Still am, technically. Long story.
They used to live in Washington, DC.
They used to read Hamlet
once a year, as did I.
Thirty, thirty-two at the outside.
Their chapbook drops in early '25.