My Night with Jeffrey Dahmer

My Night with Jeffrey Dahmer



—like any night spent out in a bar—this one

doused in the pall of neon, 1989, Formica,


brushed metal and the spin of sound in the club,

while downstairs in a darker bar, where the older men


enjoyed each other's company and where I had gone

to cool off, a man stood next to me


and knocked my beer to the floor, so sorry—he was

very sorry—hand on my arm as I bent to pic