e Bonnie and Clyde of poetry。
The small； dark basement club was already crowded with people sipping coffee and lounging on
the tattered old sofas haphazardly dotting the room。 A random disco ball spun from the black
ceiling and over the sound system Morrissey whined a depressing song from his latest album。
The lights blinked on and off twice and a tiny Japanese girl wearing a black leotard and pink
ballet tights took the stage。 ？Wele all to open mike at Rivington Rover。 It is so special to have
you here；？ she whispered into the microphone。 ？Tonight two of New York？s most special poets
will recite for us simultaneously。 I？m honored to give the stage to Mystery Craze and Daniel
Humphrey！？
The dark； crowded room erupted in applause。
？I heard they stayed up all night on E and wrote a book together；？ somebody whispered。
？I heard they were husband and wife。？
？I heard they？re fraternal twins； separated at birth；？ remarked someone else。
Vanessa slipped into the back of the club unnoticed。 ？What kind of name is Mystery Craze？？ she
wondered as she put her camera to her eye and zoomed in on the stage。
Dan？s entire body was covered in a cold； freaked…out sweat。 Everything was happening so fast。
He hadn？t even had a chance to contemplate how he？d gone from writing strange； morose poetry
in notebooks no one ever read to performing onstage with an almost…famous girl in a cool club；
wearing a fancy designer suit。 But there was no time to doubt himself。 He？d acted in plays；
performed in Vanessa？s movies。 He was the new Rilke。 He peeled off his jacket； and rolled up his
sleeves。 He could do this。
Mystery was already waiting for him onstage； he