kate colby

[poetry month] "Yours Truly" by Kate Colby


I can’t see light at the end
of this blinding tunnel

until I cover my hand with
my eyes. A slack tide’s

brown leaves pack against
the breachway. Some plastic

trash is in it. Two wind-
bent men watch a severed

red-and-white fishing bob
bobbing away. If/when

“over” means “forever,”
I need you to possess me,

not like “occupy,”
but “empty.”

— Kate Colby, from The Arrangements, Four Way Books, 2018.


what I'm reading now

I got to write about the five books I'm currently reading for Tarpaulin Sky. The list:

Nothing Ever Dies: Vietnam and the Memory of War, Viet Thanh Nguyen
If They Come for Us, Fatimah Asghar
The Arrangements, Kate Colby
The End of Peril, The End of Enmity, The End of Strife, A Haven, Thirii Myo Kyaw Myint
Feminaissance, Christine Wertheim (ed). 

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