Three Poems by Marthe Reed
A room there are amazements / you like to stray into and / my body’s only one of them ‒Rosmarie Waldrop A room affords confinement, panopticon, its exotic formulae: a mode of detour and “lawless imagination” A gap widens leaving both air and breath gasping She prepares his tea. She promises an end. What he always wanted. Narrative dancing in its own embrace … Continue reading Three Poems by Marthe Reed