by Joe Mills Alec Favale From my hotel room, I watch the sun rise and illuminate a line of cars circling a Starbucks on the other side of the parking lot. The light and line continually shift as I read about the poet Weldon Kees, who in a conversation with a friend asked, “What keeps you going?” and the sadness of that question flavors my coffee and morning. He disappeared afterwards, his car found with keys in the ignition, and some say he either “killed himself or went to M