Yesterday I shared a post with some quotes from the books by my bedside. Today I used language from some of them to write a poem (see below). I wrote this poem in the same style I’ve shifted into this summer: citational prose poems. My new manuscript is composed of poems whose last lines make up the first lines of the next poem, but in addition to these shared lines, certain phrases, preoccupations, and questions reappear (though sometimes in an altered form: the first poem’s “a darkness not col...