I generally try to suppress most of my creepiness, but it is especially hard to do that while talking about people I am obsessed with. Take, for instance, Jon Sands, the Brooklyn based writer whose abridged biography I have more or less memorized.
When I heard Jon Sands recite "A Working List of Things I'll Never Tell You," I felt a little bit less alone in the universe, and I think that sort of reaction is a good indicator of something being worth my while. In my calm and objective opinion (ha!), this poem is worth your while, too.
