"what cannot stay small forever" becomes not just the size of Spokane, but the pin dot of light that a near-death survivor swims toward.[Heather] McHugh's new elegy begins at the graveside, where she has added three spades of earth, rather than the two everyone else hefts.
Not to Be Dwelled On
from Mary Karr: The Washington Post: Poet's Choice
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