"I dream the scent
of my mother's lipstick
has come back to haunt me---
like an oil pastel
marking
my dreary, dramatic heart."
The poems gained momentum as I read, & I read the very last one, The Ariadne Year, four times in a row. I love how she blends heartache & humor & beauty, & I love how I feel like I got some sense of who she is, like she opened a window into her mind, her soul. I don't always feel that with poetry, but I did here. ❤