Reading Poetry

I've been considering spending the next year reading only queer women writers (can I make those identity categories mesh?) but, like I said, I'm only considering it still. To test the water, though, I've been reading quite a lot of Carol Ann Duffy. It's a hard job, let me tell you.

A favorite so far:

Text

I tend the mobile now
like an injured bird.

We text, text, text
our significant words.

I re-read your first,
your second, your third,

looking for your small xx,
feeling absurd.

The codes we send
arrive in a broken chord.

I try to picture your hands,
their image is blurred.

Nothing my thumbs press
will ever be heard.

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Safe to say, my texting experiences lately have not been as anxiety-producing as hers...