Ars Poetica as Escape Route
after Erin SlaughterThere are times I tried water, thought of holding youjust above me a pail, tipping.Times I tried not to beall fire and wind, all empty waiting for smother.I could not make you a mountain pass,the fall sunset hours I tried to find the window, the offerdwindlingsafety to another world.Always I thoughtI can’t have …