“At the Sound of the Gunshot, Leave a Message,” by Mary Karr

A poem that explodes star holes into plaster and porcelain and not a few locked doors.

Thanks for your rapt attention to (or patient indulgence of!) a whole week of poems from Mary Karr’s Sinners Welcome (Harper Collins, 2006).  If you find yourself suffering withdrawal tomorrow, here are the rest of the links:

• “Delinquent Missive”
• “A Tapestry Figure Escapes for Occupancy in the Real World, Which Includes the Death of Her Mother”
• “The Ice Fisherman”
  
• “Who the Meek Are Not”

Or you can order the book for yourself.  It’s a good one. Back to the usual melange and miscellany next week.  Cheers.