Midwinter Day

For what it’s worth, I highly recommend reading Bernadette Mayer’s Midwinter Day in a hotel room in January, in downtown Los Angeles, alone. It’s a new year.

“Every morning I think
I’ve become the new weather
Like embroidering something after, trying to remember
The half-lies of dreams
A day halfway
Between fall and spring
To which I bring
The past will rest exchanged
And forgetting but for you
To whom I turn to sing”