Now the air outside
that is inside is the matter
and what’s the matter—
the pathetic fallacy that coats
surfaces and certainties
glazes both the glass and window
sill, my objective correlative
for what I cannot feel
as everything extinguishes around us.
“The Air Outside”
“Flood Plain examines and inhabits the Anthropocene from a deeply human vulnerability . . . Place names, sites, animals are brought forward, not as distanced objects to be described but as living beings with much to teach us. Steeped in detail and urgency, the rigor and beauty of this poetry reveals itself newly every time.”
– Claudia Rankine