I am going to pay attention to our lives/ unraveling between the forks of his fine-tooth comb


How to Listen

-Major Jackson

I am going to cock my head tonight like a dog
in front of McGlinchy's Tavern on Locust;
I am going to stand beside the man who works all day combing
his thatch of gray hair corkscrewed in every direction.

Read rest of poem 

(poetry diary 180 -2/16/17.) Still in February/dealing with bronchitis/politics-funk, so I’m a bit in the mood for poems about mindfulness. Jackson’s choice of meditation image is strange and a little haunting, making this a hard-to-forget piece.

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