There was a special delivery in the mail yesterday,
all of the records Alec Bathgate made as a solo act,
all pressed to vinyl, brand new.
Not only that, but Lindsay Rabbitt’s new volume
of poetry – these were gifts from the creators; they’ll
want me to write about them.
But I want to write about them. So it’s no chore. It
couldn’t be better, I could not be luckier – I’m
grateful this happened.
These are the princes, so many frogs kissed, many
more frogs smacked straight on the head with
a shovel, or dead, on arrival, stored under the house.
I sometimes remind myself how lucky I can get. But
it’s even better when the couriers and mail delivery
people remind me instead. Alec and Lindsay –
their works have touched me deeply. Already. And I’m
so thrilled to be diving back in. This is what I always
wanted. It’s all I ever wanted. This is it.