'Whacher is what she was.
— TriQuarterly (@TriQuarterlyMag) March 9, 2018
She whached God and humans and moor wind and open night.
She whached eyes, stars, inside, outside, actual weather.'
Returning for my yearly late-winter read of Anne Carson's 'The Glass Essay'.@PoetryFound https://t.co/8YWSrvgKnv