This is another piece that was sitting in drafts forever, but I couldn’t figure out the ending. Three nights ago, I was stewing about it again as I got into bed, and the last three lines finally came to me.
I’m excellent at naming my theoretical books and then, as I write, I mentally note where each new poem would belong, to which book. I have one conjured with a few poems that would populate it called: State Bird of Illinois, and this would obvs belong there.
I wasn’t sure if I liked her for a long time, and then I remembered that I don’t have to, if I like what she’s doing. She’s from a dream that was so crisply narrative, I wrote it and cut it apart to find out what a slant reflection and undercurrent of it was.
Making poems in this or other defamiliarized ways often feels like the scene in Legend when weakened sunlight penetrates the underworld through a series of reflections from strategically placed mirrors.
Well, it finally happened. Today when I arrived to pick up my son at school one of his school mates pointed at me and yelled: “A WITCH! A WITCH!” then ran away.
Out of the mouth of babes. 😂
I mean, I’ve been waiting decades for someone to realize 50% of my aesthetic is just a low-key Miss Switch cos-play.
When the class you are attending emails the night before saying: “wear your most comfortable clothes.”
No one has ever been as qualified for a job as I am for this one.
Thank you, DH!
Dead Housekeeping – Caring for Cut Roses
(Wobbly on the dismount but she’s got some nice tatting.)
apparently i needed a lot of green and purple today.
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