lines from “A Poem Under the Influence” by David Trinidad:
So many poets, so few kind ones …
Once, when Ira and I arrived at an Upper West Side party for Wayne Koestenbaum, / the hostess (a Knopf poet with whom I’d been anthologized) barreled past us to greet an / obviously more important guest. She slammed into my shoulder, then gave me an angry look, / as if her foyer were a rush-hour subway. I still cringe whenever I happen upon her name.
source: The Late Show (2007) David Trinidad. Turtle Point Press, New York.