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Christopher Citro
And with the new organizational system
for the closets we're finally going to get
our act together. I'm not looking so I'm not
seeing all the good stuff—my stuff—you're
throwing out in ways that make you feel
better and lighter and like you're living
the right life and which make me a little
sad because it's just more of things going
away never to return and if I get any lighter
I won't even be able to stay here on this planer.
I barely feel like I can right now, which is
why I love trees and dead cars in driveways.
We kept them on the edge of our driveway.
I don't know what the neighbors thought
and I don't care. I knocked a window out
by accident (sort of) playing with a slingshot
I shouldn't have. I snuck into my bedroom
when no one was looking and pretended
I'd been there all day. I lived in fear and
when nothing happened I stopped living in fear—
at least about that window. We taped it up
and on summer afternoons I'd lay across
the back seat reading novels listening to
the rain on the roof and basically what I'm
saying is do what you want with the closets.
I don't care. But if you see me later at the
side of the house going through the trash
it's because when I went to pull it down
the drive it felt so unusually heavy. I thought
there might be a body in there. Maybe mine.
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Jesse Nathan Interviews Poet Deborah Landau

"As for your question about the 'panic of death,' nothing really seems to take that away, does it?—but at least maybe we can try to make something of that panic. For me that’s the most satisfying thing about writing—there’s no catharsis, there’s no way out, but writing through experience offers something to do beyond simply enduring it, which (on good days) feels like a meaningful way to go through this life."

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"I love writing abecedarians. I love that they make me reach for words I would not ordinarily reach for; I love that they gesture at abundance without exhausting it, that they leave more unsaid than said. I love that they open the doors of my existing knowledge and invite me into the dictionary, the thesaurus, the encyclopedia, any number of archives. I love how democratic they are: even the trickiest, least common letter must be used, and the heavy hitters may only appear once." 
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