Also, just in one of those addresses
is River Terrace, which some of you
may recognize is the address of Poets House in New York, which
I've been thinking a lot about here, because they
feel so kindred.
And so I'm sure there just must be so many overlaps.
I'll just read one poem to just kind of hold the whole group.
"In the room where what is held precious
is eaten by goats, two silky, black goats, couchant,
rip apart a red brocade pillow.
Though the delivery belt never empties,
these two manage to stay just ahead of shredding
what the world can't hold.
One eventually sleeps, raising its eyes only
when I look upon its flank and think, silky.
And without moving its mouth, eats the word."