It's a lovely warm, near-summer day today in CA, but today's poem by Randy Blasing is firmly set in wintertime.
Some of the line breaks strike me as incorrect - they make me misread the grammatical sentence (ex. "from where I made the gesture you would find"). It makes the poem seem a little less polished - and maybe that's intentional - maybe that's the voice of N, a lover who is lost.
I like that one image (the ice-drawn heart on the car window) carries the whole poem and that it is both a physical thing and a symbolic one - an image that represents the relationship and N's own heart.
Favorite line: "My heart goes / with you, it said before it melted down"
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Friday, May 17, 2013
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