The unmentionable moments that escape us because we don’t dare acknowledge them, the grass informing your body, impaling gently. The wisp of air that one feels, or makes, when a loved one glances your way, the unavoidable element of rape in love-making, including the Immaculate Conception–moments palpably or potentially transcendental in our lives, that are too scary to process…all of that and more are sounded in this incomparable collection of poems by Mary Szybist.
I’m reading this again from the beginning. Check back with me. I’m learning too much from her. I love this.
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