“And the box inside him in which his mother resides is velvet and black and without size.” PoetryMetaphorCreepySpace In ChainsLaura Kasischke Book:Space, in Chains Source: Space, in Chains
“There is dancing and laughter in hell, an angel weeping openly on a park bench in heaven. My mother, dead and frantic in an attic. A white shirt on a floor. An old man in a wheelchair, rubbing his eyes. Here it is, here it is! the occupational therapists sing as they rise to the surface of the earth, smiling, bearing their terrible surprise.” DeathPoetryHeavenHellAngelSurrealCreepySpace In ChainsLaura Kasischke Book:Space, in Chains Source: Space, in Chains
