Andrew Campana is the poet who recommended I read The Collected Works Of Chika Sagawa, and I'm grateful he did. Here's his interaction with her work. Garden
Andrew Campana A night wind Neon flutters at the parking lot edge The road is slick with petals All grit and gentleness and half-eaten colour The husk of a cicada hoards rain under its carapace Smoke gathers, then is gathered Filled with caffeine and sugar A vending machine hums softly to itself I look out through the wire mesh glass At the light hitting the light hitting the trees Five apartment buildings all face a single garden Shivering under the weight of the Wi-Fi
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Andrew Campana's interaction with Patricia Lockwood's excellent collection, Motherland, Fatherland, Homelandsexuals. Patricia Lockwood Interaction
Andrew Campana “He marries her mites and the wires in her wings, he marries her yellow glass eyes and black centers, he marries her near-total head turn, he marries the curve of each of her claws, he marries the information plaque, he marries the extinction of this kind of owl…” —from “He Marries the Stuffed-Owl Exhibit at the Indiana Welcome Center,” by Patricia Lockwood I married the three jars of sauerkraut in the closet, I married the bacteria fermenting them, I married their lids rusting shut, I married the CO2 straining against metal, I married the vacuum-packed lentils, I married the Amazon box they came in, I married the apartment wall torn down to join two hollows together and the rubber flooring tensile across the gap membraned under chairs and table, I married the exhaust fan veiled so night can’t crawl in, I married its silence, I married the paper doors stuck still, I married their unpageness, I married the straw matting and the fear of it moulding, I married their grass scent in damp air, I married their ribs and grooves and the mites that don’t live in them, the felt cookie cat pin, the Totoro puzzle put back in the box, the fitted sheet, the lack of need for a fitted sheet, the tremors, the it’s okay, the flashlight by the balcony, the sink catcher and what’s been caught in it, the key to the Massachusetts storage locker, I married the storage locker, I married the boxes, I married the violin pausing on top of them |
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