Mary Jo Bang is the author of seven collections of poems. She teaches at Washington University in St. Louis.
She could find reason anywhere if she looked for it. The clock told her to get up. She got up. She ate. The plot is the one thing we know, said Mandelstam.
She sat her purse down on the kidney-shaped coffee table, turned on the floor-lamp, and called the monkey over to have a chat. What had he done today? She wanted to know.
>In the reverse psychology of earnestness, more suddenly meant less. Every tear was a crocodile hanging from the underlid. Every nose had its neat dot of moisture. And for wisdom, there was the Dali Lama.