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.