No ideas but in things: you can find this poem in the newest issue of the bellevue literary review
4 months agoEpistemology
I dream of water, and pools, standing on my tiptoes
and tilting my chin to break the surface. I know
I’m supposed to love rivers, but I don’t. I only love
great open expanses that throw up carcasses before us
as offerings or sacrifices.*
Tuesday evenings we drop off bread at…
