surely you have all seen at least one chapter of R. Kelly’s recent, stupendous (and, may I add, unironically Grammy-nominated) masterpiece “Trapped in the Closet.” If not, get thee to the nearest computer and download the hip-hopera’s 43-minute entirety. Poetry has never been more lyrical, more poignant, more heart-wrenching than when delving through R.’s dramatic layers of cheating girlfriends, cheating boyfriends and pregnant cheating girlfriends (whose lovers, incidentally, include a male-stripper midget).
- Morgan Morel
