I found this, and it made me laugh. I forget what the assignment was, but it was for a poetry class in college, and was inspired by both Leviticus 11 and an actual exchange of letters one summer (the pertinent contents of which form the last lines of the poem). I’ve always been intrigued by…
(in memory of Susannah Wesley) I am sticky, with peanut butter artwork all over my chair; the table is covered with crumbs and he grins, with his brown milk mustache. Susannah had more children than I have imagined, yet she lived. I do not…
