pkids everywhere are called to supper it's latebrit's dark and you're all played out. you want to go homeppno rule is left to this game. playmates scatter like brbreaking glassbrthey return to smear the . and you're itbr--from you'd want to go to the reunion seeppIn iCocktailsi, D. A. Powell closes his contemporary iDivine Comedyi with poems of sharp wit and graceful eloquence born of the AIDS pandemic. These poems, both harrowing and beautiful, strive toward redemption and light within the transformative and often conflicting worlds of the cocktail lounge, the cinema, and the Gospels.p