A 1960s queer boy finds solace in television in Jim Elledge’s poem.
Don’t be fooled by the title; this is not a Christmas poem. Jim Elledge channels John Berryman in this unsettling persona piece.
Not all men want to chase after pretty young things. Jim Elledge’s “Mister,” for example, ponders sex on the beach, and opts for another martini.
Jim Elledge’s “Mister” hears somebody else having sex. Silliness and sorrow ensue.