Ann (Inky Labyrinth)’s Reviews > Little Miss Strange > Status Update

'Walt Whitman,' I said. 'Leaves of Grass'.
She said, "Want to buy a lid?'
I leaned in close by Talia and I said, 'Not that kind of grass. He was a poet.'

I forgot how much I loved the dry, stoner sense of humor here. Rereading a favorite to get me through the stress of packing to move!

I got a book of poems that had no rhymes and sat back at the kitchen table. I read out loud, reading the lines like sentences, stopping at periods, or maybe at the end of an idea that seemed like a sentence. Listening to the sound of me.