What The Living Do - Marie Howe (excerpt)

This is it. Parking. Slamming the car door shut in the cold. What you called that yearning.

What you finally gave up. We want the spring to come and the winter to pass. We want whoever to call or not call, a letter, a kiss—we want more and more and then more of it.

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  1. sniffyjenkins said: Such a great poem. Did you read her interview in something very recently, I forget what it was, New Yorker, or Paris Review? I’m being helpful aren’t I? K bye!
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