Grace Paley, what is she like? Dainty white bird bones and little chameleon’s feet that pick-pick their way all the way up you then whoa your stomach parachutes out at 13,000 feet with no permission.
And funny. She’s funny too.
Words
What has happened?
language eludes me
the nice specifying
words of my life fail
when I call
Ah says a friend
dried up no doubt
on the desiccated
twigs in the swamp
of the skull like
a lake where the
water level has been
shifted by highways
a couple of miles off
Another friend says
No no my dear perhaps
you are only meant to
speak more plainly
– Grace Paley
Ah thanks for sharing