Obligations 2 – Layli Long Soldier
My American Scrawl
Increasingly indecisive, about matters both big and little, I have found that poetry is the one arena where I am not inclined to crank up the fog machine, to palter or dissemble or quaver or hastily reverse myself. This is the one scene where I advance determined, if not precisely ready, to do battle with what an overly cited Jungian described as the anesthetized heart, the heart that does not react.
Sunday meditation class reading.
From The Desire Field – Natalie Diaz