For mermaids and birdcages, from Poetry, June 2015. I’m still trying not to repeat anyone. On the days that I’ve mistakenly repeated a writer (once or twice?) I’ve posted a new poet that same day as well. So many poets in the world. If poetry is dying, so are clouds.
from Freud’s Beautiful Things / by Emily Berry
All the while I kept thinking: her face has such a wild look
…as though she had never existed