As of 2pm I have finished reading Eileen Myles novel Inferno and can no longer request it solve every minor and major dilemma that presents. I accept it will not build a greenhouse. It does cure earache. And generally possesses the indestructible sway and lumber of a giraffe. (novel? memoir really? who cares.). V fine, v funny and an hommage to a certain part of the female anatomy that deserves elevation. She yanks it up there like that statue overhead in the holy shrine of Lourdes.

Now I return to Betty Lambert’s Crossings for the revisiting of the revisit.