Poem of the Day: Ross Gay
BURIAL You’re right, you’re right, the fertilizer’s good— it wasn’t a gang of dullards came up with chucking a fish in the planting hole or some midwife got lucky with the placenta— oh, I’ll plant a tree here!— and a sudden flush of quince and jam enough for months—yes, the magic dust our… Read More Poem of the Day: Ross Gay