Poet Pick – Annette Sisson
What Rope Is ForIf she lived in this world,no longer would she murmurabout her appetite for Wyoming—rocks, feathers, an open hand,a conjuring. Her desireis flamingo, a train ticketto Aberdeen, the shiny midnightof Hollywood starlight on paper.And Wyoming. What she has is a campaign button, leftover bread crusts, a length of rope knotted in place, its […]
