It’s rare to find a poem that perfectly captures the anger, absurdity, complexity, and hilarity of grief—something which Sherman Alexie does again and again in his new collection of poems, FACE, which is just out from Hanging Loose Press, and which I devoured in one sitting, and then immediately started over and re-read from the beginning. One poem in the book that I adore is “Grief Calls Us to the Things of This World.” It’s been almost 20 years since my mother died, and 10 since I lost my father…and there are still days I forget they’re dead. Alexie is right: those angels “burden and unbalance us. Those fucking angels ride us piggyback.” Every day.
Margo Rabb: A Poem I Love
Margo Rabb
Margo Rabb’s writing has been published in the New York Times, the Atlantic, Slate, One Story, Best New American Voices, New Stories from the South, and elsewhere. She is the author of the novel Cures for Heartbreak, and her new novel, Kissing in America, will be published by HarperCollins in 2015.