In my first life, I was a poet, and Rochelle Ratner was my partner in crime.
Now, I'm a professional troublemaker, but Rochelle's still a writer, and she's just published Lady Pinball, an ebook of what we used to refer to as 'pinball' poems, because Rochelle and I were both obsessed with playing pinball in dive bars around NYC. One poem is about me--

FOR SUSAN (an excerpt)
She wants to dye
hr hair red

plays fireball
cause it looks
like her

learns it isn't
quick or noisy