PWoF 2016 - Topic 03 - Sept. 24

[just mercedes]

You did it, and that's all that matters. First drafts aren't supposed to be good poems. Rotting peaches is such a sad image for me though. I've just been doing a close reading of Lorine Niedecker's poem You are my friend;

You are my friend--
you bring me peaches
and the high bush cranberry

you carry

my fishpole

you water my worms
you patch my boot
with your mending kit

nothing in it

but my hand


and the peaches are all about sex, all juicy and slippery and sweet ...