Amanda Lovelace
Last night I pulled the blankets up to my chin and read the princess saves herself in this one from start to finish. If I’ve ever felt absolute fascination, this is it. I wrote the following poem as a sort of ode to the author, Amanda Lovelace. Read on.
her words
are not fancy
her words
aren’t things
you need
a dictionary
to understand
her words
are not prestigious
they are simple
they are few
but they are heavy
they are bricks
and with them
she builds castles
i want to live there
she talks about
death
and
bones
and
starfish
my eyes feel
wet
amanda lovelace
feed me your words
some, i will swallow whole
and some
i will chew
a hundred times
because i want
the taste
on my tongue
Check out the poetry collection at amandalovelace.com. I think this book will save lives.
Love, Tess