Lately lots of people have been asking what the fox says, but obviously they are not reading their Jorie Graham because fox says what a rough garment your brain is you wear it all over you, fox says language is a hook you got caught, try pulling somewhere on the strings but no they are all through you, had you only looked down, fox says, look down to the road and keep your listening up, fox will you not move on my heart thinks checking the larder the locks fox says your greed is not precise enough.
Somehow I ended up 2/3 of the way through this book before my brain figured out how to read it. But it's great. Now to settle into attempts-to-write while short ribs braise in the oven and B grades on the other couch. It's my intent to let myself write whatever, and just keep going, because I tend in the other direction, and JEEZ look at those gorgeous long thoughts I mean she's just talking about a fox and it's delicate and trailing along my brain I can't get enough and I start to have thoughts like I'm still in the shower and everything's steamy and full of possibility.