Thank you, Brian.
Thank you so much.
I'm going to just be attached to my introduction on this phone.
Sound.
Already, you're here?
OK.
I'm really happy to be here.
Thank you.
Thank you to the Poetry Center.
Thank you for all the work you do on this reading series,
and everything else that you do.
I'm really looking forward to your books.
I'm really looking forward to seeing you up here next.
I'm going to be reading from this book The Good Dark.
This book is a chronicle of a character investigating
the true nature of the self.
It's in three parts.
"Unwitting," where the character must face
the depletion of the intellect.
"Course," where the character is split into many by the many
voices she's questioning.
And "Body," where she might find some new way of becoming.
I'm going to read a few poems from each section of this book,
and then if I have time, a few poems from another manuscript
called "Let X Be Rogue."
Starting from "Unwitting," this is "Unweathered"--
or "Weathered."
"The world unwound, shut down.
Thunder and a newly reckoned darkness.
Darkness makes the birds sound otherwise.
The place inside, fleshed out.
Dark.
Wound up in sky crossed by lightning.
Holding the reins of the visible.
Then visible, smells, and calls, and other calls.
Shape gathering clouds."