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What makes literature good? What’s the difference between something that’s of value to me and something that could be of value to somebody else?

I want him to see / depth is not something bodies grasp, but an art our minds develop // to gauge love’s slap.

shares a creature’s pain / raw red sorrow

I am in this basement throwing bar stools.

by which I don’t mean just the touch / (the rasp of a voice is a thing I love)

a girl is Shiva drinking ocean poison

how now, sweetmeat, will you eat us too …

I can’t scrub away / the shadows.

The word beloved belongs to him.

I jog and write. Feet find road, fingers ping keys. I don’t lose weight. Essays are left in pieces. Chapters are only ideas. I had hoped that by now my resolutions would be paying off.

The refreshing insights and intimate verse collected in What Kind of Woman invite all women and mothers into the realm of poetry.