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Kyle McCord on his book, somewhere in Arkansas

Kyle ghosted me on my tour this summer. Or I ghosted him. Either way, he was there at the beginning to do some readings with me. We crossed paths, serendipitously, in Lincoln, NE three weeks later. And he was reading with me for the final reading in DC.

Sympathy from the Devil was the thing rolling Kyle around the country. SftD is his third book of poems. I asked him some questions about it while we drove through the Middle South. If these sentences read as unaffected it is because I am exhausted from this tour. I expect to be exhausted for the next five to six years. Kyle’s book is whole megatons of fantastic. Click on what follows this colon:

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Day 12: The Great Gatsby / Shit Talking With Joe and Cheryl in Buffalo

In the first of three days back in Buffalo, Cheryl and I went to see a matinee of THE GREAT GATSBY.

I went big by drinking an americano and eating a bag of popcorn. Cheryl ate some sort of dried fruit rings. It was as American as shit. As usual, we didn’t talk about the movie at all until we turned the tape recorder on. Here is what we had to say while driving across Buffalo: