Cocktails: Poems

kids everywhere are called to supper: it's late it's dark and you're all played out. you want to go home

no rule is left to this game. playmates scatter like breaking glass they return to smear the ______. and you're it

—from "[you'd want to go to the reunion: see]"

In Cocktails, D. A. Powell closes his contemporary Divine Comedy with poems of sharp wit and graceful eloquence born of the AIDS pandemic. These poems, both harrowing and beautiful, strive toward redemption and light within the tra...