In March 2004 my mom had to go to the hospital and each day that month I wrote her a dear mom poem to help her get better, help me feel better as she mended. I printed up only 10 copies (and made every page cardstock for some reason) from my vanity press 213 Euclid Avenue (named after Mom and Henry Rollins’s shared birthday and the street d.a. levy did so much great poetry work on in Cleveland in the ’60s. 465 Euclid Ave. was where Jim Lowell’s Asphodel Bookshop was located.) and mom’s copy, of course, is 1/10. —David A. Kirschenbaum
