Cigarettes are $6.00 in Phoenix, so, if you come here, make sure to stock up first. Here’s a narrative poem I wrote at some point. Aeneus and Dido Meeting I.bursting into the hall—spilling chickenwings, cold from refrigeration (you hadwaited until midnight to be ableto eat them) and glossy with barbequeand hot and hot-barbeque, tumbling outof […]