I love the work of poet Charles Wright, and I loved the two poems from his book Caribou, reprinted on Poetry Daily today.
My Old Clinch Mountain Home
I keep on hoping a theme will bite me,
and leave its two wounds
In my upper arm and in my heart.
A story line of great destiny,
or fate at least.
It’s got to be serious, as my poor flesh is serious.
So, dog, show me your teeth and bite me.
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