Dorianne Laux

Reading your letters. This Close Dorianne Laux In the room where we lie, light stains the drawn shades yellow. We sweat and pull at each other, climb with our fingers the slippery ladders of rib. Wherever our bodies touch, the flesh comes alive. Head and need, like invisible animals,

Listening to Haydn. Working. Thinking. Not thinking. Abschieds Symphony Dorianne Laux Someone I love is dying, which is why, when I turn the key in the ignition and back the car out of the parking space in the underground garage, and the

A friend showed this poem to me today. She was crying. How It Will Happen, When Dorianne Laux There you are, exhausted from a night of crying, curled up on the couch, the floor, at the foot of the bed, anywhere you fall

I can't find this author in the library. Or maybe I just don't know how to look. Or maybe I am looking in places I shouldn't be. Story of my life. Death comes to me again, a girl Dorianne Laux Death comes to