is the poet of the day. She’s so, so talented.
Excerpt from Miniature Bridges, Your Mouth:
I know my way back perfectly well. like the back
of my hand, as it were. but look, the labyrinth walls
are high hedge and green. this also could be joy.
And from Marrying the Violence:
I have taken the blueprint of your back for granted
as if the sidewalk were not an altar
and the sound of the shower not a hurricane
bearing down – there is no ceremony for this.
If you want to read the rest of the poems, let me know and I will send it to you.
In other news, I am a mess and I am sure I look like one too. Oh spring, I love that you are here, but must you bring allergies? Thomas says I am allergic to work, and I think that is a topic worth exploring.