One more poem recommendation for today. I just fell in love with Anna Journey’s poem “Red-Haired Girl Wants You to Know” over at 42opus. It begins:
Red-Haired Girl Wants You to Know
The sycamore mark on her inner thigh is a continent
about to divide itself into the angel
that sat in the votive light
of a fourteen year-old’s cigarette, and the angel
that was never there
but for the inked tattoo of wings under each blade
of a bartender’s shoulder.
The poem develops in a lovely, complex way from there.
