in the clouds and their hearts set on unearthly matters, poets have, nevertheless, often designated physical spaces as makeshift shrines for their inspirations. Just think how much verse has sprung from the proverbial park bench, the grassy bank, or the window of a moving train. In his poem "Naked," featured below, New York poet Aaron Roller picks the most auspicious location of all: the mikveh, or ritual bath.
In a wild Whitman-esque frenzy, Roller summons the world to the mikveh with him, purifying us with his gritty, ecstatic, and at times endearingly dorky jokes.
from Forward: The Arty Semite: Poetry in the Mikveh: Three Works by Aaron Roller
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