Hurry by Marie Howe
"Where do I want her to hurry to? To her grave? / To mine?"
The Attic and Its Nails by Naomi Shihab Nye
"It’s hard up there. You dig in a box for whatever the moment requires: sweater, wreath, the other half of the walky-talky, and find twelve things you forgot about
The Talk by Sharon Olds
"She took it and took it and broke, crying out / I hate being a person! diving / into the mother / as if / into / a deep pond
You Can’t Have It All by Barbara Ras
"You can’t bring back the dead, / but you can have the words forgive and forget hold hands / as if they meant to spend a lifetime together."
Wild Oats by W.S. Merwin
"September when the wind / drops and to us it seems / that the days are waiting / I needed my mistakes / in their own order / to get me here"
Autobiographia Literaria by Frank O’Hara
"And here I am, the / center of all beauty! / writing these poems! / Imagine!"
They say moxie is slang for street smarts. Something you pick up along the way as you live out the timeline of your life, that ranges from comfortable to completely fucked.