One box I go through today contains poems and articles I pulled out of magazines years ago.

I come to this poem by Cathleen Calbert from “The Woman Who Loved Things”.

“A woman finally learned how to love things, so things learned how to love her too as she pressed herself to their shining sides, their porous surfaces.  She smoothed along walls until walls smoothed along her too, a joy, a climax, this flesh against plaster, the sweet suck of consenting molecules.”

Photo of a photo taken by Bob Dresser of Hooded Mergansers

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