Blog by Hannah Frank
They say a poem is a little machine for remembering itself. These are more like nuts and bolts, in the bottom of a drawer. I might need them someday, that's what they say. I am not sure who 'they' are. I write poetry only to know who I am.
After speaking in tongues for so long, snake pit venom mixed in with the red wine on the table with the hemlock the hems of the dresses bein...