Are you sure this blue is the same as the …
Mary Szybist
Mary who mattered to me, gone or asleep …
I had the happy idea to suspend some blue globes in the air …
Flashing in the grass; the mouth of a spider clung …
Knock me or nothing, the things of this world …
The job was easy: I tucked …
—how her loose curls float …
Just for this evening, let's not mock them. …
Again this morning my eyes woke up too close …
The sculptures in this gallery have been …