Memory opens a little door
Memory opens a little door:
the dark & you listen
with your eyes
& write things in my letter
you’ll pretend later
to forget.
— Joshua Marie Wilkinson, from “A Moth in the Projectorlight,” Lug Your Careless Body out of the Careful Dusk: A Poem in Fragments (Iowa Poetry Prize). (University Of Iowa Press April 1, 2006)
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