No Matter the Wreckage – by Sarah Kay

I loved this collection of poems. Sweet, intricate, honest.

Some of my favorite lines:

I will Hansel and Gretel you home. 

I will love you with too many commas, but never any asterisks. 

My parents figured there were some things you just couldn’t learn from New York City. 

Time goes to Montauk to take a break.

You jaywalked your way out of the womb. I would recognize you anywhere by the hiccup in your swagger. 

But…hands are not about politics?

Sometimes my father yells so loudly, he scares himself. Then he has to sit somewhere very still and very dark to return. 

And then there are days when sleeping is the hardest. The fight of muscle against world becomes so constant, that surrendering to slumber doesn’t promise nearly enough relief. These are teh times when hands feel nothing but empty.

You love each other until the city loves you back. 

A sweet experience.


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