Kinzie, Mary 2003
with Christian Wiman
if the tears are to
stream coldly
like long streaks
of rain down the light
brick of the storehouse
– Mary Kinzie, “Close Path”
The flat, thus loved, is ours
by being broken in the rigid air:
the angle of the technical seen cause
and thorough reason, where we live. Nothing
eludes its narrow-gauged line. Little
pleases this lucidity, the eye
of conversation.
– Mary Kinzie, “Nature Morte”
Watch Mary Kinzie read some of her work:
Mary Kinzie reads “At the In-N-Out”
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