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80 pages, Paperback
First published March 26, 2007
He speaks of their love this way, exuberant & eternally naked. Which is how she wanted to remember it, too, after she lost use of her legs. & the two divided beds & eventually rooms that seemed to span separate sides of the house, in Tallahassee, Florida. Cancer does not love to sleep, or to share a bed, but wants a room to itself. This is the wayThis evocative, and dark, pinning of memory in a specific, and Southern, place location is something Springer will do so very well in Murder Ballad.
darkness keeps to itself, its own room of disappointments & dreams-
the owl awake, the cock asleep. The morning glory twisting up the telephone pole & closing the purple shades of its many mouths, till daybreak. The phosphorescence tossed on the gulf waves, until the last of the lit shrimp boats have met the dawning shoreline. Night has its own reality, apart from day.