A poem by Wendy Klein

  A Short Manhattan Lullaby, 1939 after S. Olds I see them tarting themselves up for the party where they’ll meet; she post-divorce from her approved-of Jewish ex, and all set to become a successful playwright. I see her pucker up for the brightest lipstick, slip her feet into lethal stilettos, bat blackened eyelashes in the gilded mirror, see it return her appreciative glance. He’s … Continue reading A poem by Wendy Klein