Mary Shelley’s favorite keepsake was her dead husband’s heart. After Percy Shelley’s death, the Frankenstein author kept his heart - carrying it with her for almost 30 years until she died in 1851. A year later, it was then found in a desk drawer, wrapped in a copy of one of his final poems.
"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.
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