So like the slow moss encroaching, this
dark anxiety. In the bricks
by now
and all along
the shaded left side of the house.
And the statue, behind her knee. Her
ankle, in the cool
space between her breasts, spreading
in the earliest hours
of the morning.
Between her fingers.
Her parted lips.
That black-green
whispering.
Source: Poetry (October 2012).
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This poem originally appeared in the October 2012 issue of Poetry magazine
Poet and novelist Laura Kasischke was born in Grand Rapids, Michigan and teaches in the MFA program at the University of Michigan. Her books of poetry include Wild Brides (1992), Fire and Flower (1998), Dance and Disappear (2002), Gardening in the Dark (2004), Lilies Without (2007), and Space, in Chains (2011), which won the National Book Critics Circle Award. Kasischke has won numerous awards for her poetry, including the . . .
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