A Hundred Bolts of Satin

By Kay Ryan b. 1945 Kay Ryan
All you
have to lose
is one
connection
and the mind   
uncouples
all the way back.   
It seems
to have been
a train.
There seems
to have been
a track.
The things
that you
unpack
from the
abandoned cars   
cannot sustain   
life: a crate of   
tractor axles,   
for example,
a dozen dozen   
clasp knives,   
a hundred   
bolts of satin—
perhaps you   
specialized   
more than   
you imagined.

Kay Ryan, “A Hundred Bolts of Satin” from Say Uncle. Copyright © 2000 by Kay Ryan. Reprinted with the permission of Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

Source: A Hundred Bolts of Satin (2000)

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Poet Kay Ryan b. 1945

POET’S REGION U.S., Western