I remember that I wrote the first draft of this poem on a stray legal pad: I think that’s why it fell into uniform couplets, because I was breaking the lines at the margins of the pad. Even though the poem contains a lot of disparate images, I ultimately see it as a love poem. It all funnels down to remembering someone’s coat.
Madeleine Cravens on "Object Permanence" |
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