Reviewed by Grace Bauer Spoiler alert! Patricia Clark’s Self Portrait with a Million Dollars is not a book about a poet winning the lottery.
The lost poems are riding lost trains north, carried on rails nailed to cross ties cut from disappeared chestnut forests—tracks torn-up long ago. They
(a Golden Shovel after Lana Del Ray) Listen. The only way to swim is to kiss. / There is no moving through, only towards.
All your pill bottles congregate, a small choir silent as rain. They were not the bridge we hoped. We never wanted eternity. Just another