In the afternoon four black-throated bluesTossed themselves up from the pavement at nothing.At the rain. And having made a surgeon take backHis stitches early, I lifted my phoneBeyond the shelter of my unsteady umbrellaAnd tapped at their cursive capital Gs.Suddenly I felt ashamed. You could seeI had nothing better to do. I stopped. Four in […]

Original source: https://www.nybooks.com/articles/2023/02/09/sallies-caleb-crain/