sweetblooded

[text transcription: a poem titled May You Always be the Darling of Fortune by Jane Miller: “March 10th and the snow flees like eloping brides into rain. The imperceptible change begins / out of an old rage and glistens, chaste, with its new / craving, spring. May your desire always overcome / your need; your story that you have to tell, / enchanting, mutable, may it fill the world / you believe: a sunny view, flowers lunging / from the sill, the quilt, the chair, all things / fill with you and empty and fill. And hurry, because / now as I tire of my studied abandon, counting / the days, I’m sad. Yet I trust your absence, in everything / wholly evident: the rain in the white basin, and I / vigilant.” end text]