On Anne Boyer's The Deep
Anne Boyer is my favorite poet.
The truth is, maybe, that I have many favorite poets. But Anne is the latest of them. She is all the rage at the moment, at my house. Again.
My anxiety surfaced on the back of a huge animal
and when it jumped out of fear, a baby deer fell from its womb.
I think one fell out of my bag at the library yesterday,
and I left another in the darkness, coming toward my car.
I screamed and spilled the rest of my beer.*
A doe jumped in great fear and ran from the river
and a deer baby fell into Kentucky.
Then I forgot the beauty of sex.
But sex is always bringing animal parts to us
and rabbits eat all the shoots, and starve,
and with a cumulative jumping and being afraid
and pleasing and protecting and fondling
the name in general is a word for a room still used
and the young shoots, peeled, are edible in most young families.*
We can't afford
raving about clean fresh philosophy.
As a method of debridement
I imprinted on hard when I was a kid.
I typed "Katie's Grace" into doll, dolls,
costume, costumes, fairy, fairies, wing, wings.
I miss that a lot in the Serb language.
I actually like Katie
lumping Russians and Jews
(they get all the airtime on cable).**
There are 5 poems in the deep, & it is decorated with toothy fish & endorsed by Abe Lincoln. I could quote the whole chapbook here, but will not, & so you're just gonna have to wish hard that her book A Romance of Happy Workers from Coffee House comes out a lot faster than promised. & be on the lookout for her chapbook Good Apocalypse too, forthcoming from Effing Press. Or maybe she still has some copies of The Deep, but there were not that many, not nearly enough.
I watched a National Geographic special about sharks & dolphins yesterday too, which was great, but not as great as these 5 poems.
* From "The Dark Deer"
** From "Poem for Katie"
Crossposted from the other blog.