CRB • A Surveyor’s Journal • Ishion Hutchinson
The more I read by Hutchinson the more he sticks with me. To wit:
I hemmed into my skin this hymn:
O lemming souls of the mass migration that ended in drowningO embroidered heart and marigold wrists that brushed the copperbrown fieldO cargoes that left the dengue jungles and ended on the yellow fever shoresO compass points that needled the new to the old, stitching meridians into one tenseO reflecting telescope that spied the endangered specimens