Thursday, October 23, 2008


Rebecca Loudon's intensity is astounding in her latest book, Cadaver Dogs. I've been marveling over the poems all week. One of my favorites, Pinwheel, begins:

I was tending the garden when a bee flew
up my blouse stung my left nipple
I was claimed then
I wanted to be a better woman
reaching back with a corked finger
into fruit
I carry ice
worship fur

If you haven't already, you really need to go get yrs--



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