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Ashbery’s been asking about you

Come swim in my kidney-shaped pool. I have noodles and rafts—I know you hate drowning. I’ve invited our favorite guests: Babe Ruth is pounding Buds in the kitchen. Ashbery is in the pool, floating, floating. Mark Antony and Catherine Zeta … Continue reading

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