Walk with Escaped Convicts Nearby
It’s been weeks of this running.
One doesn’t think it will end. One doesn’t imagine it will continue either.
And there, in that space between those two thoughts – there’s the plan. Not enough material for a future but still, here comes the next move.
It makes no sense at all, I know. I’ve known those very simple days, the small and highly detailed, practical irrationalities that fill them.
Lia Purpura is the author of eight collections of essays, poems, and translations, most recently a collection of poems, It Shouldn’t Have Been Beautiful (Penguin). Her awards include Guggenheim, NEA, and Fulbright Fellowships, as well as four Pushcart Prizes. On Looking (essays) was finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award. Her work appears in The New Yorker, The New Republic, Orion, The Paris Review, The Georgia Review, and elsewhere. She lives in Baltimore, MD and is Writer in Residence at The University of Maryland, Baltimore County.
This essay originally appeared in Ocean State Review.
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