Have been enjoying my time at AWP the past couple of days. Starting to feel, once again, that poetry is crucial. That sensation has been absent from me for some time.
In honour of national poetry month & AWP's final day I wrote a poem as I was exiting the subway last night...
taking the subway after sunset
I walk out into the night
my toes—
curled under my weight
like tubes of hot glass,
orange & oblong,
spinning at the end
of rebar bones
