Poem of the Day: Julianna Baggott

Here's a poem from a new book I have published by Louisiana State University Press-- Compulsions of Silk Worms and Bees by Julianna Baggott.

Q and A: Do you have any tips? Answer #2
by Julianna Baggott

How many times to I have to say it: Listen,
a whine in a bulb,
its hiss of life,
the fragile sister of the mosquito, the electric life of wings.
There is a wheel rut for each of us somewhere.
Look closely at the skein of eggs,
root the mud for a clamped oyster
fallen from a truck. Cover your nose and mouth
with both hands, and there,
in that shallow cup,
feel a buffalo's breathing steam.
A toppled stone, its face veiled by weeds—
crouch. The blooms become helmets.
Allow for delirium, a thirst. Take in
so much sun that you feel a cold absence,
as if you’ve sipped a hole into the world.

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