Today I’m posting a poem which was published in One Art back in December. It was written on a bus trip from Maine to Boston, and the initial inspiration came from an actual sign along the road not far from Boston. The sign – as I recall – read Victor’s, and I immediately began to sense the faded glamour of the place. These were the kinds of places my parents went with their friends, adult places (they were in their thirties!), exotic and forbidden. I tried to capture that feeling.