On "Female Desire"
NYT Link Here.
Msnowe needs some time to ruminate on this. Comments to follow shortly. . .
Sometimes
Plastic vision
you cornered her in white.
Soon the puddles in your reflection
shook the silver air
and you were gone.
Then it was a moment
blue searching green
a tiny marriage–no–tiny sex act
a midday consummation
of recognized sorrow.
The children will be
bitter, sagging fruit.
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