The Red Kool-Aid Professor: or, Why Some Girls Like Unicorns: or, How I Failed, and then Succeeded, to Review Poetry Books for The Rumpus


A few days ago when we woke up, my girlfriend told me this dream: she and her father were seated in a brown 1983 VW Rabbit, he driving, she in the back, when the Red Kool-Aid professor appeared in the passenger seat. He was holding a graduated cylinder filled with red liquid. “Is this a […]