Confessional Poetry & the Twilight Zone

Emily is a coward, but more importantly she’s selfish. She spends her days worrying. She’s had brushes with every life-threatening disease out there. Maybe her cowardice comes from her selfishness, or vice versa. She marries Wilfred, a greedy man, and they have two kids whose flaws are so self-evident they might as well be named Vanity and Sloth. With that, the trap has been set. We don’t know what we’re getting ourselves into, but it’s too late. The deep voice and the cigarette smoke have already ambled onto the screen, intoning, “This is New Orleans, Mardi Gras time. It is also The Twilight Zone.”

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