From Silvina Ocampo: Certain postures make us believe in happiness. Sometimes lying down makes me believe in love.

“Broken Light Bulb Flickering Away”, Noor Hindi

I like this poem, its vibe kinda reminds me of Chen Chen, and especially like the little autobiographical chunks, My parents named me Light because their lives lie in shadow but I’m a poor example of joy. At the end, when she talks about her big dumb heart, She tells me to carry it. / I drop it every time., I am reminded of Chekhov’s Uncle Vanya, and the whole we shall bear it. I am sad that I wasn’t able to find an online copy of this one.

“Threshold”, Maggie Smith

Very good. Passing and passing and into and passing. And timothy grass! And an arch, again, re: yesterday.