Poem: This One Hurt

A poem about meeting Alejandro Escovedo, after drinking all night at a wedding

I met Alejandro Escovedo after his gig.
He was signing posters and things,
he gave me a laminated backstage pass,
signed — and I turned it into my favourite

bookmark. I was drunk, been at a wedding,
and I saw him stare right through me; felt
his eyes. So I cut short the conversation
and trudged home clutching the lanyard.

A few months later I lost it in an…