I hope I won't get in trouble quoting the haunting (no pun intended) conclusion to Gizzi's poem:
CodaAs long as we're talking about good poems, I'd also like to call your attention to some kickass new work in Indiana Review by Karen L. Anderson and Deborah Wardlaw Pattilo.
When the sky came down
there was wind, water, red
When the sky fell
it became water, wind
a declaration in blue
When the end was near
I picked up for a moment, joy
came into my voice
Hurry up it sang
in skiffs and shafts
Selah in silvered tones
When the day broke open
I became myself
standing next to a door
In my dream you were alive
and crying
Still don't know what my costume's going to be yet.
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