Lyndsay Faye has been one of my favorite authors since her first book, Dust And Shadow: An Account Of The Ripper Killings by Dr. John H. Watson.
But now she’s outdone herself. Lyndsay and I got squashed next to each other in a tacky limo in Chicago. While we were en route to the restaurant, she said, “I’m going to write a poem about your left biceps.” Her only other body-oriented poem was about Neal Gaiman’s hair. “Okay,” I said, and thought little else about it.
Until this morning.
For your pleasure, displeasure, or amusement and confusion, here is Lyndsay Faye’s I Accidentally, A Poem About Josh Hanagarne’s Left Bicep
Lyndsay, bravo. I think. Tell Gabriel I say hey.