Tag: Pearl Jam Why Go

  • January 1984

    All my writing in the garbage can, Deodorant from my friend’s mother, Christmas gifts from strangers. Packing to leave the psych ward For a mental hospital in Westchester Where, they’ll say, an old woman, Heir to Gilded Age money, Spends her last days. I imagine she has a whole floor to herself, Muffled and dark…