Anny Miner Poems

Chapter 4 - Isabelle. She was daughter to the moon, born with stars as freckles and
found dancing with the trees. When a man tried to comb the wild out of her hair and wash
the bark off her skin, she called the wolves, she sent the vultures, she watched as he was
consumed alive organ by organ, asked him, "How dare you try to chop my Amazon into
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in high school I was voted most likely
to travel because I spent so much time
reading about faraway places imagining
myself in the great Arctic north on the
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mansplaining
what are we talking about
when we're talking about mansplaining
well we're talking about a couple of
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I still don't know why Sallie and I bothered to go to that party. The people were all older than us in a dull and distinguished way. Our host was an imposing man who'd made a lot of money, said to me "So? I hear you've written a couple of books." I replied, "Several, actually."
He said it, in the way you encourage your friend's seven-year-old to describe flute practice, "And what are they about? "
They were actually about a few different things, the six or seven out by then, but I began to speak only of the most recent about Technological Wild West, my book on the annihilation of time and space and the industrialization of everyday life. He cut me off as soon the title left my mouth. "And have you heard about the very important Muybridge book that came out this year?
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three years

almost a year
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