This is poem that I drafted over and over again and the final version captured that feeling of wanting something so much you hate it. It originally started as a poem about having to clean my shower but I think it turned into something interesting.
Some of Elizabeth’s Research
Elizabeth on “Lesbianism in Early Modern Pornography”
In “The Desert Show” I want to immerse the reader into the whirlwind of Vegas nightlife. If you spend enough time at the right casino bar, observing the scene through your own objective eyes, everyone will come away with a different story. This poem is mine.