I Don't Burn
Dear Darkness--consider this
my last attempt
to reach you. My previous
few missives
having boomeranged back
unread, postmarks blurred
by the gloved hands
that tried carrying
them to your door.
Or, torn
by the machines.
I wish
you could see the water
here, so clear
you can see the bottom--
though that's nothing
new for me. All afternoon
I let sun seep
my skin, steep me
like strong tea.
Despair,
if you've moved
I wish you would
send word
or ring.
How I would sing
like a kettle to keep you.













Derek Walcott
Ander Monson
Maile Chapman
David Shields
Leslie Jamison
Adam Talib, trans.
T. C. Boyle
John Ashbery
Ernst Weiss
Matthea Harvey
Petina Gappah
Mieko Kanai
Sam Stephenson
Benjamin Anastas
William T. Vollmann
Roberto Bolaño
Rebecca Wolff
James Lasdun
Tomaz Salamun
April Bernard
Laurie Sheck
Eliot Weinberger
Jim Linderman and Luc Sante
Austin Ratner
Dubravka Ugresic
Ben George, ed.
Rob Spillman, ed.
Santiago Roncagliolo
G. C. Waldrep
Arda Collins
John Wray
Yoko Ogawa
Fanny Howe
Anne Carson
Wells Tower
Yiyun Li
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