The Whole by Con­tem­pla­tion of a Sin­gle Bone

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Nancy K. Pear­son, Ford­ham Univer­sity Press Soft­cover $24 (112pp), 978-0-8232-7117-7

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If Nancy Pear­son chose to of­fer life lessons, mor­al­iz­ing, and even a bit of po­emti­fi­cat­ing about her strug­gles with meth ad­dic­tion and de­pres­sion in this lat­est col­lec­tion, we’d for­give her. In­deed, we’d hap­pily climb moun­tains to read any­thing she writes. A for­mer prof at the Univer­sity of Hous­ton and an L.L. Win­ship/pen New Eng­land award win­ner for Two Min­utes of Light, she lives in Mary­land. We eat slices of pig so thin I can see right through it. Lardo. But­ter. We eat olives and as­para­gus with red sauce and shrimp in gar­lic wine broth and bread in oil. Ev­ery­thing in oil, even the pig fat. We drink wine and I feel sexy and you have a stom­achache and we love each other so much it hurts to dis­agree about some­thing as small as okra. You wear a new tank dress and I, soft light­blue linen. The sky is blue and clear, honey and lemon, the corn whistling on our way to town. The horses slick. We were mar­ried yes­ter­day or eight years ago. I could be high. Be­tween the trees. I feel like swim­ming. To spoon the stars, col­lapse the sheer­ing insects. We eat lemon cake with olive oil.

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