her fingers
doomed by that kind of
terminal kindness.
—#PoetoftheWeek Kate Meadows @ktemeadows reads her feature poem “Enabler”
https://t.co/U1Aqzu7rcQ
Likes the quote "I want to cry because I feel like it—
the way children cry in the last row of seats—
because I am not a man, not a poet, not a leaf,
only a wounded pulse that probes the things of the other side." https://t.co/dA9gRhMk9c via @goodreads
@xlorentzen Never was able to properly articulate why I can't stomach Sally Rooney, even in my long & wrathful goodreads reviews. Thank you for this
Congrats to the winners of a Brooklyn Poets Fellowship for the fall 2021 season! Remember that today's the last day to register early for our fall workshops and save $15. Check the link for details. https://t.co/7V4svT7W8Y
Nightly, she does this,
my frantic little woman.
She hands me a glass to suckle
the cramp, lathers white
the day-old wound,
her fingers
doomed by that kind of
terminal kindness.
—Kate Meadows @ktemeadows#PoemoftheDay
https://t.co/9ZRkehYhVh