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“I admire how [Grae] sees us, our days, our bodies: “A body is sixty percent / ocean & the rest, sediment– / a ship at sea bears load to / the plimsoll.” I admire also how this poet lets us see the music of this very act of seeing: “I close my eyes & lull / against the translation of owls calling out— / If not you, someone. If not you, someone new.”

—Ilya Kaminsky

 

“Because our mothers lied / & who wants to act doe-eyed coy for some guy? Because / some part of me, maybe the missing part, awoke / on the spot.”

― from “Hole Reunion Sonnet”