a couple of fragments by Gregory Orr and a little blah blah blah

by sophie

from Concerning The Book That Is The Body Of The Beloved

How lucky we are
That you can’t sell
A poem, that it has
No value. Might
As well
Give it away.

That poem you love,
That saved your life,
Wasn’t it given to you?

from How Beautiful The Beloved

Poem that opened you-
The opposite of a wound.

Didn’t the world
Come pouring through?


In other news, I’m moving to Houston in August. Yay super faculty. Yay funding. Yay weird, delightful city. Yay.