Literature in the 21st Century [excerpt]
Sometimes I wish I drank coffee or smoked Marlboros, or maybe cigars-- yes, a hand-rolled Havana cigar in its thick, manly wrapping, . . . and I'd be writing about war and old losses-- man things--and not where I am, in this pristine and sensitive vessel, all fizzy water, reticence, and care, all reduced fat and purified air, behind my deprived computer, where I can't manage even a decaf cap, a mild Tiparillo, a glass of great-taste-less-filling light beer.
From Long for This World: New and Selected Poems by Ronald Wallace. Copyright © 2003 by Ronald Wallace. Used by permission of the University of Pittsburgh Press. All rights reserved.