Yes, the road.

Yes, the road.
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We own a 1975 GMC Sierra Grande 15 in Maine and a 1986 Chevrolet Custom Deluxe 10 in West Texas. Also a pair of 1997 Volvo 850 wagons. Average age in the fleet is 28 years--we're recycling. I've published 3 novels: THE LAW OF DREAMS (2006), THE O'BRIENS (2012), and CARRY ME (2016). Also 2 short story collections: NIGHT DRIVING(1987) and TRAVELLING LIGHT (2013). More of my literary life is at www.peterbehrens.org I was a Fellow at the Netherlands Institute for Advanced Study for 2012-13. I'm an adjunct professor at Colorado College and in the MFA program at Queens University of Charlotte. In 2015-16 I was a Fellow at Harvard University's Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study. The Autoliterate office is in Car Talk Plaza in Harvard Square, 2 floors above Dewey Cheatem & Howe. SUBSCRIBE TO THE AUTOLITERATE DAILY EMAIL by hitting the button to the right.

Friday, October 7, 2016

Kate Northrop poem: "She was loose-limbed"




She was loose-limbed


like stuff in the back of a truck
going over a bump.  When she sat reading
she was green and quiet,           

distinct at first, then blurred
like a paper napkin’s grease.  What time is it?
seemed to be a question

novels asked. The evening
fell like a bird, fell so fast
we could just remember, how it felt

fucking and getting fucked, how we lingered
smoking in the dark outside
but never heard the tall

tree in the ear! Heard only
our own breath, a scuffling
like the sound ballet shoes make

during the ballet.  The notes
stuck in our throat?  The body
stormed to stay alive?  We know

she studied her options,
like us.  Like us, she stood
days at the window, the wail of sirens

banging off the city walls—
Then walked out into sun? So bright
it was like walking

into someone else’s applause?
A force as fierce as roses
climbing over a gate.



                                                                       after (far after) Chang-rae Lee’s On Such a Full Sea

                       ---Kate Northrop. Posted with permission. The poem first appeared in Locomotive.
                                                                                           

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