A real, even excellence throughout, and a real joy to read and read.
in the far north. Strands of hair so thin
Yeah. And what fun to say and say:
through the sound they carry than the caress
they finger over the soft skin on the inside
of the wrist. It is this kind of sleep
none can resist: why we disrobe, slide leg-first
into its current, blackness bearing more
than our bodies,
All those ss’s and st’s, and the just-right imagery.