A Hundred Bolts of Satin
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
U.S. Poet Laureate
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I hadn't heard of her, but that makes it exciting. We will all be familiar with her work before too long.
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