Well, thank you for that wonderful introduction
and for being my ideal reader.
I am really excited to share this book with you.
I'm really excited to be here.
So, thank you, Hannah, and everybody at the Poetry Center.
And thank you, Cynthia.
It's just a real honor and a privilege
to read alongside you tonight.
So, yeah.
I'm going to I'm going to share some poems from this book
and then a couple of new poems as well.
I'll start at the beginning.
"Dream a narrowing.
Dream a clenched fist, a hollow.
Dream blood now.
Dream bones.
Now dream flesh for blood.
And flesh for bones and veins for blood to travel.
But each dreamed thing become that thing.
Let each grow inside you.
Let each split you into minute unfathomable parts,
a great mystery for 10,000 future generations
slowly to unravel.
Dream lungs now.
Dream the very first breath.
Dream hands, dream eyes.
Now dream sight for eyes, then hit it like a wall.
Let there be no way around it this time.
That I see sight and know it is a wall.
Now dream is small hole in the wall that the eyes have made.
Dream the hole was the door that the hands could open."